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Life of David P. Kimball 

and Other Sketches 

By Solomon F. Kimball 

Salt Lake City, Utah 

The Deseret News 




With the facilities for food, transportation and 
travel, and for education and classified occupations, 
universally provided in our day, the generation 
now living can little appreciate the inconveniences, 
troubles, and even sufferings and hardships, that 
were endured by the noble men and women who 
conquered the West, and who, by their sacrifices, 
provided for the temporal comforts we of today 

These imperfect pages give us a glimpse of some 

of the ups and downs in the life of one man who 

was a typical pioneer frontiersman, and seek to 

portray a scattered few of the thrilling incidents 

-J of his strenuous career. 

As with all the Latter-day Saints who took part 
in the settlement of the west, faith in God and in 
the restoration of the gospel, held him to his vig- 
orous tasks, enabled him triumphantly to conquer 
CZ obstacles, and was the underlying force of his 
achievements. Unlike many other early settlers, 
however, who were much older than he was, he rep- 
resented the characteristics of the second genera- 
tion type seemingly rough, in some respects and 
ways, but having hearts and souls tuned to service, 
love and helpfulness. 

This sketch is fondly inscribed to his memory 


by his loving sons, and his companion brother. 
Other sketches herewith, are inserted to fill the 
allotted space, and we trust will prove neither un- 
interesting nor unprofitable to the reader. 

Salt Lake City, March, 1918. 


Life of David P. Kimball 1 

A Worthy Prophet 73 

Ancestry of Heber C. Kimball 81 

An Eventful Life 89 

Spiritual-Mindedness 99 

Results of Sabbath-Breaking 107 

A Miraculous Escape 117 

A Blessing in Disguise 121 

Patriarchal Blessings 125 


By His Brother, Solomon 

After the mob had driven the Saints from their 
Missouri homes, Heber C. Kimball and family re- 
moved to a place called Commerce, afterwards 
named Nauvoo, the famous gathering place of 
God's people in Illinois. 

With the logs of an old stable, he built a small 
shack, and covered it as best he could with material 
at hand. It had no floor nor chinking, but notwith- 
standing he moved his family into it. On the night 
of August 23, 1839, while a fearful storm was rag- 
ing, his wife, Vilate, gave birth to her fourth son. 
The water on the floor was ankle deep in places, 
and the wind in all its fury blew sheets of water 
over the bed of Sister Kimball, drenching her to 
the skin. 

While in this condition Sister Vilate, whose life 
was almost exhausted, cried out in anguish, "He- 
ber, unless you can secure for me a stimulant of 
some kind, I will die before morning." Her lov- 
ing husband, realizing the seriousness of her condi- 
tion, lost no time in visiting the surrounding camps 
in search of the desired medicine. But he was 
compelled to return empty handed, soon after the 
child was born. 


Not long after this affecting incident occurred, 
Brother David W. Patten, president of the Council 
of Twelve Apostles, was killed by a ruthless mob. 
He was a man whom the women of "Mormondorrf 
almost idolized; hence, Sister Vilate named her 
newly-born son David Patten. As he grew, the 
child showed traits of unusual intelligence, in view 
of which she penned the following lines for the 
benefit of her husband who was on his second mis- 
sion to England : 


Our darling little David P. 
Is just as sweet as he can be ; 
He surely is the finest lad 
That you and I have ever had. 

His eyes are black, his skin is fair, 
His features good, and brown his hair ; 
He's just as fat as butter, too, 
We therefore think that he will do. 

The martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph and Patri- 
arch Hyrum followed a few years after the expul- 
sion of the Saints from Missouri. During the win- 
ter of 1845-46, the people were once more driven 
from their comfortable homes. In a wagon that 
had been fitted out for the occasion little David, 
who was now a lad of seven, in company with his 
mother and the other children, crossed the Missis- 
sippi river on the ice to join the Camp of Israel in 
the western wilds. They suffered many privations 
during the next few months. 


After traveling some five hundred miles over the 
trackless plains of Iowa, they reached the western 
banks of the Missouri river, where the body of the 
Church remained for the winter and until their 
leaders might select a home for them further west. 
The newly-constructed town was called Winter 
Quarters, and was afterwards named Florence, a 
name it has retained until this day. 

During the latter part of May, 1848, Heber C. 
Kimball, at the head ^>f one hundred wagons, con- 
taining his numerous family, relatives, friends, with 
provisions enough to last a year, bade farewell to 
his Winter Quarters home and continued on the 
thousand-mile journey to the west. 

Before starting, David's father presented him 
with a beautiful little mare named Shab and a new 
saddle, which pleased the boy very much. His 
faithful little animal carried him safely from the 
Missouri river to the Salt Lake Valley, where, in 
company with his father's family, he arrived on the 
22nd day of September, 1848. 

During the next few years David's time was 
spent in herding cows, attending school, running 
errands and doing odd things in general. As soon 
as he was old enough, his father entrusted him with 
a team, and the remainder of his unmarried days 
were spent in various kinds of work that kept him 
constantly busy. 

David P. Kimball, at the age of eighteen, had 
developed into as fine a specimen of manhood as 
could be found among the people. Being of a spir- 





itual minded nature he possessed the gift of proph- 
ecy to a remarkable extent, though not at all pre- 
tentious over such matters. Having been born 
while his grief-stricken parents were passing 
through serious hardships, he naturally partook of 
the spirit by which they were actuated and the 
conditions by which they were surrounded. This 
undoubtedly went far towards qualifying him for 
the hard and trying mission he was destined to 

He was a descendant of the Pilgrim fathers. His 
grandsires stood shoulder to shoulder with the 
brave patriots whose struggles made ours the most 
glorious nation on earth. Taking these facts into 
account, how could he be anything else than brave ! 
He was naturally intelligent, honest, truthful, vir- 
tuous, God-fearing and as tender-hearted as a child. 
Of course, he was not as polished as the young- 
men of this generation, for he had but little time to 
attend school, or enjoy the comforts and tender 
training of home. He was a good story-teller and 
could thrill the listener in every nerve while relat- 
ing his exciting experiences. He was cheerful un- 
der the most trying circumstances, and complaints 
were never heard from his lips. He was liberal to 
a fault, and always ready to aid and comfort those 
who needed help. His great faith, zeal, earnest- 
ness and devotion to principle marked him as an 
extraordinary man. 

Probably no greater act of heroism was ever re- 
corded in the annals of history than that performed 


by David P. Kimball and his twenty-seven asso- 
ciates who, on the morning of October 7, 1856, 
went from the City of the Great Salt Lake to the 
relief of the fifteen hundred belated hand-cart emi- 
grants who were caught in the early snows of a 
severe winter, hundreds of miles from human hab- 
itation, without food and without shelter. By their 
indefatigable labor these brave mountain boys were 
instruments in the hands of the Lord in saving thir- 
teen hundred of that number. Had it not been for 
their heroic efforts not enough emigrants would 
have survived to tell the tale. The greatest heroes 
of them all were the subject of this sketch, and his 
bosom companions, George W. Grant and C. Allen 

When the Martin handcart company came to the 
first crossing of the Sweetwater, west of Devil's 
Gate, they found the stream full of floating ice, 
making it almost impossible to cross on account of 
the strong current. The snow was eighteen inches 
deep on the level, and the wind blew a perfect hur- 
ricane. The stream which they were about to 
cross was waist deep in places, and more than a 
hundred feet wide by actual measurement. To 
cross that mountain torrent under such conditions 
seemed to them nothing short of suicide, for nearly 
one-sixth of their number had already perished 
from the effects of crossing North Platte, eighteen 
days before. They believed that no earthly power 
could bring them through that place alive, and 
reasoned among themselves that if they had to die 

Upper Row C. Allen Huntington, Geo. W. Grant and 
David P. Kimball, the three heroes who carried the 
Martin company across the Sweetwater. 

Second Row Ephraim K. Hanks and Charles F. Decker, 
chiefs of western scouts, who crossed the plains from 
Salt Lake City to the Missouri river more times than 
any other men. Whenever the authorities of the 
Church sent an important message to England during 
the winter season, these men were always chosen to 
make the hazardous journey. 


it was useless to add to their suffering by the per- 
petration of such a rash act as crossing that treach- 
erous stream. They had walked hundreds of miles 
over an almost trackless plain, pulling carts as they 
went, and after making such tremendous sacrifices 
for the cause of truth, to lay down their lives in 
such a dreadful manner was awful to contemplate. 
They became alarmed and cried mightily unto the 
Lord for help, but apparently received no answer. 
All the warring elements of nature appeared to be 
against them, and the spirit of death itself seemed 
to be in the very air. 

After these freezing, starving emigrants had 
given up in despair, after all their hopes had van- 
; shed, after every apparent avenue of escape 
seemed closed, David P. Kimball, George W. 
Grant and C. Allen Huntington, members of the 
relief party from Salt Lake City, came to the res- 
cue, and to the astonishment of all who saw, car- 
ried nearly every member of that ill-fated hand- 
cart company across that icy stream. The strain 
was so terrible, and the exposure so great that in 
later years all of the boys died from the effects of 
it. When President Brigham Young heard of this 
heroic act, he wept like a child, and later declared 
publicly "that act alone will insure David P. Kim- 
ball, George W. Grant and C. Allen Huntington 
an everlasting salvation in the Celestial Kingdom 
of God, worlds without end." 





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These heroes went, on missions sent, 
To rescue pilgrims that were late ; 

With heavy loads, they "broke" the roads, 
From Salt Lake down to Devil's Gate. 

Met starving Saints, with travel faint, 
Pulling hand-carts through the snow, 

All through November and December ; 
These were dreadful days of woe. 

Through drifting snow, these boys would go 
With freezing pilgrims on their backs, 

Through rivers deep, through slush and sleet ; 
And o'er the hills, they "broke" the tracks. 

They climbed the heights, then sat up nights 
Nursing the sick and burying dead ; 

Their hearts would bleed when they would feed 
Poor, helpless children without bread. 

With dauntless will they fought on still, 
Saving the lives of all they could ; 

Though they could feel their strength of steel 
Waning for want of needed food. 

On the 13th of April, 1857, David P. Kimball 
was married to Caroline M., the eldest daughter 
of Thomas S. and Albina M. Williams. Caroline 
was born April 24, 1843, in Nauvoo, 111., and with 
her parents joined the famous "Mormon" Battalion 
and arrived in Salt Lake Valley, July 29, 1847. She 
and her husband spent their honey-moon on Ante- 
lope Island, where a week or more was enjoyed in 
horseback riding, visiting places of interest, and 
in having a jolly good time. 

Caroline M., wife of David P. Kimball, 1877. 


After returning from their wedding trip they 
took up their abode with David's mother where 
they remained for a year or more. David contin- 
ued to work for his father, teaming, farming, get- 
ting out wood, hauling grists to and from the mill, 
and taking a general interest in looking after his 
father's affairs. While this work was going on, 
his wife was busily engaged in the common duties 
of the home, cooking, sewing, spinning and pre- 
paring herself to take charge of her own home. 

During the latter part of 1858, David looked 
after his father's Grantsville ranch, which was no 
small affair. Several hundred head of horses and 
cattle that pastured on the nearby ranges were to 
be looked after during the summer months, and 
then driven onto the Kimball Island, fourteen miles 
north, where they remained for the winter and un- 
til they were returned to the ranch in the spring. 
Every year two or three hundred tons of hay were 
cut with scythes, cured and put up. It was stacked 
and fed to oxen that had been engaged in hauling 
freight across the western plains. 

The Skull Valley Indians were quite trouble- 
some in those days. On several occasions, while 
David had charge of his father's ranch, Indians 
stole large herds of stock. When the neighboring 
ranchers learned of the depredations, they hur- 
riedly .sought the trail of the red-skin thieves.and 
followed them until the stolen animals 'were recov- 
ered. On several occasions David took part in 
expeditions of this kind, and was quite successful 
in escaping the bullets of the red man. 

David P. Kimball, London, 1865. 


One bright morning during the month of May, 
1863, the subject of this sketch, in company with 
other elders, started on a mission to Great Britain. 
After a two months' hard journey over the plains, 
they reached the Missouri river, and several clays 
later arrived in New York City. While there a 
big, burly-looking fellow who learned they 
were "Mormons" commenced to berate them in a 
very insulting manner. David, who was not accus- 
tomed to such treatment, gave him a good trounc- 
ing, which he richly deserved. 

Soon the elders were on board a first-class ves- 
sel bound for Europe, and after a rough voyage of 
several weeks they reached Liverpool, England. 
In that country three years were spent in preach- 
ing the gospel, baptizing converts, establishing 
new branches of the Church, and performing a 
work that brought joy and satisfaction to the 
hearts of hundreds of people. 

After being honorably released from his mission, 
David, in company with his brothers, Charles and 
Brigham, visited the Paris Exposition, where they 
spent a number of days in viewing the sights. They 
also visited other European cities of note, enjoy- 
ing the educational advantages to their hearts con- 
tent. Returning, they enjoyed a few days' rest in 
England, when David and Charles boarded a home- 
ward bound vessel and soon reached their native 

Then came the treat of their lives a visit to 
their parents' old homes in the State of New York, 


where they were royally received by their relatives 
and friends. They also visited Kirtland, Ohio; In- 
dependence, Missouri, and Nauvoo, 111., the once 
beautiful city of their birth. Following the old 
"Mormon" trail through the State of Iowa, they 
soon reached Winter Quarters, on the west bank 
of the Missouri river, where they enjoyed a few 
days' rest. Here they boarded one of Ben Halli- 
day's overland stages, and after about a week's hard 
driving they reached home in time to attend the 
April, 1866, Conference. 

Following a few weeks of needed rest, David 
was called on another mission; this time to fight 
Indians in what was known as the Black Hawk 
war, but his father said: "No; Brother Brigham, I 
will send my son Solomon in his place/' which he 
did. This gave David time to provide for the wants 
of his family, straighten out his business affairs, 
and prepare for the next year's work in hauling 
freight from the terminus of the Union Pacific Rail- 
road to Salt Lake City. 

About the first of May, 1867, David, at the head 
of his small freight train, started on his eastern 
journey, arriving at the terminus of the railroad 
four weeks later. After nearly a month's wait, the 
delayed goods, which he had contracted to haul 
across the plains, arrived, and two months later 
he reached home. His trip was successful, which 
encouraged him to attempt another trip that year, 
but the most experienced freighters in the country 
told him that the season was so far spent that such 



an undertaking would be hazardous in the extreme. 

A Mr. White, who owned a freight train that 
arrived from the east about the same time that 
David's reached its destination, offered his outfit 
to the latter for a reasonable sum. Without delay, 
the bargain was closed. This transaction put David 
in possession of fifteen first-class mule teams that 
were in pretty good order. 

The merchants of Salt Lake, as an inducement 
for Mr. Kimball to make the trip, offered almost 
double the usual price, provided he would deliver 
the goods. He figured that the railroad would be 
completed as far west as Cheyenne, by the time he 
reached there, and that he could drive that five 
hundred miles within a month; that it would re- 
quire one week to load the wagons, and five weeks' 
hard driving to reach home. The roads being in 
splendid condition and the feed good, he decided 
to make the trip. 

Xear the last of August, David started on his 
hazardous journey, counting that if all went well 
with him he would be able to make the round trip 
before snow-fall ; but if not, there was no telling 
what would happen. He took plenty of grain along 
for his animals, leaving portions at the various sta- 
tions along the road. He made light drives dur- 
ing the first few days, thus enabling him to get 
everything in good working order. 

When old time freighters were asked what they 
thought of David's venturesome undertaking, they 
generally scratched their heads, looked wise, but 


said nothing. Other experienced westerners pre- 
dicted all kinds of trouble for him. However, when 
his faithful fifteen six-mule teams, loaded to the 
guards, drove up to Walker Brothers' Salt Lake 
store and commenced to unload the goods, there 
was great astonishment among the doubters. 

After a few weeks' rest, indefatigable David 
hitched up his teams again, and bore off to Los 
Angeles, California, after more merchandise. Ac- 
cording to the "Deseret Evening News" of fifty 
years ago, he passed through St. George, Utah, 
near the first of January, and a little more than 
three months later he returned to Salt Lake City 
with another trainload of goods. By this time, 
he had made profit enough to pay his debts, with 
sufficient means left to purchase more mules and 
wagons. He was now ready for anything that 
might be required in that line of labor. 

The year 1868 was known throughout this whole 
Rocky Mountain region as the year of railway en- 
terprise. The screech of the Union Pacific locomo- 
tive was heard upon the plains, and the great road 
was soon to penetrate the everlasting hills. Prom- 
inent Utah men contracted to build about two hun- 
dred miles of track, but were unable to proceed 
until supplies could be brought from the terminus 
afar in the plains of Wyoming. 

The mountain streams during the spring breaks 
became raging torrents. Toll roads, bridges, and 
ferries were so numerous along the route that it 
would have bankrupted the ordinary freighter to 

Charles S., son of Hebcr C. and Vilate M. Kimball. 


patronize all of them. Hence, David P. Kimball, 
wide awake to the situation, began the journey 
before winter was fairly over, and under the cap- 
taincy of his Brother Charles they made their way 
to the railroad terminus, then some five hundred 
miles to the east of Salt Lake City. 

While the teams were gone, David and his 
brother Heber contracted with Joseph Nounnan, 
the banker, to build about ten miles of railroad 
track on the Bear River, a difficult piece of work 
that would require much time and patience to com- 

During the latter part of July the Kimball teams, 
about twenty-five in number, all heavily loaded 
with railroad supplies for Mr. Nounnan, arrived 
at the latter's headquarters on Yellow Creek. A 
few days later, about one hundred scraper teams 
were piling up dirt in a fashion that caused even 
experienced railroad men to look on in wonder and 
amazement. It required about two months and a 
half to finish the job which, when done, gave com- 
plete satisfaction. 

As soon as the Nounnan contract was completed, 
the Kimball Brothers moved their outfit onto the 
Brigham Young contract, at the head of Echo 
Canyon, and, with about one hundred and fifty 
plow and scraper teams, made good headway, not- 
withstanding the roughness of the country. The 
task was difficult, both for the boys and the teams, 
of course, but the company paid enough more for 
the work to make it worth while. 


Having finished this contract, they took another 
job further down the canyon, which kept them 
busy until late that fall. They then went to work 
for the railroad company, who were paying exhor- 
bitant prices for labor, since they were racing with 
the Central Pacific Railroad Company for certain 
advantages which would accrue to the company 
which should first reach Ogden. 

IThat winter sufficient hay could not be purchased 
at any price, which compelled the boys to feed their 
animals solely on shelled corn. As a result it was 
no unusual thing mornings to find a half dozen 
or more dead mules lying about camp. Crismon 
Brothers alone lost about fifty head. 

As soon as the railroad reached Ogden, early 
in May, 1869, the occupation of the Utah freight- 
ers was gone. Their outfits were sold to the high- 
est bidders, and they invested their means in other 
enterprises. David P. Kimball, who was in lowly 
financial circumstances three years before that 
time, through his energy and hard labor, had ac- 
cumulated what was then considered a fortune, 
which reached nearly the one hundred thousand 
dollar mark. 

Through force of untoward circumstances, the 
Saints who had settled in the Bear Lake Valley, 
in 1864, had become almost discouraged. The far- 
sighted Brigham Young, comprehending the situ- 
ation, decided upon a plan which he was confident 
would bring good results. It was the choosing of 
David P. Kimball to stand at the head of the set- 


demerits in that part of the Church, and giving him 
the privilege of selecting a hundred or more experi- 
enced men to accompany him in the development 
of the country. \Yhen the plan was matured and 
David had selected the men, their names were 
called at a public meeting, as was the custom in 
those days, and they were sustained in the enter- 
prise by the people. 

On the 19th of July, 1869, President David P. 
Kimball started on his Bear Lake journey to the 
north. His outfit consisted of three six-mule teams 
loaded with household goods, merchandise, ma- 
chinery, and other necessaries, such as would be re- 
quired in the building of a new country. He also 
took along with him about fifty head of cattle, and 
a like number of horses and mules. This action 
caused considerable stir among the Saints of Zion, 
resulting in a migration of numerous families who 
had not been called to the mission, who also made 
their homes in that section of the country. 

As soon as Brother Kimball reached Paris, 
Idaho, he purchased several valuable lot?, located 
in the extreme north end of the settlement. He 
lost no time in preparing for winter, which gener- 
ally set in about the first of November. He soon 
had his family comfortably housed in a four-roomed 
building, and two months later his large and com- 
modious barn, sheds and corrals were completed. 
While this work was going on, his hired help cut 
and stacked about three hundred tons of hay and 
hauled sufficient wood to serve the needs of his 


family through the winter. This is part of the 
work accomplished by him in the remarkably 
short time of three months, to say nothing of the 
duties that occupied the attention of his wide- 
awake mind in other directions. 

Before leaving Salt Lake City, he sent east for 
a full set of brass band instruments, for among 
the men he had selected for the Bear Lake mis- 
sion there were several musicians. Neither did 
he overlook the string band proposition, and a num- 
ber of men who went with him were familiar with 
that class of instruments. By the time winter 
made its appearance, the Bear Lake settlements 
were as a consequence blessed with music that 
would have done credit to a much older country. 

When spring came, President Kimball who, in 
the meantime, had made himself acquainted with 
the country's needs, went to work in earnest to 
better the condition of the people over whom he 
had come to preside. He united the Paris settlers 
in the building of a sawmill near the head of Paris 
canyon, and also a first-class grist mill several miles 
below. He then invested a portion of his means in 
building a tannery. He also furnished consider- 
able means towards the stocking of the Paris Co-op 
store, with a line of goods of which the people stood 
sorely in need. Under his wise counsel, the people 
built a five-pole fence from the north to the south 
end of the valley, thus separating the stockrange 
from most of the farming and meadow lands. He 
purchased one of the best farms in the valley, and 


placed in charge of it a first-class farmer who had 
come with him. In other ways his means were 
liberally invested, and soon the settlers through- 
out that whole region of country began to feel the 
benefits of the new blood that had been injected 
into their financial veins. 

We read in the Book of Mormon that "the Lord 
gives men weaknesses that they may be humble," 
and Brother David, like all big and broad-minded 
men, had his faults. One of them was that as long 
as he had money he gave his friends and associates 
the benefit of it, even when it was against his own 
interests to do so. Having given away to his bet- 
ter judgment in relation to such matters, he soon 
found himself in financial straits, which circum- 
stance naturally went hard with a man of his dispo- 
sition. Notes were becoming due, lawsuits pending, 
and the beneficiaries who had helped to bring about 
this condition of things were among the first to 
desert him. As the saying goes, "Trouble never 
comes single," and it was so with David. Things 
continued to go from bad to worse until he became 
thoroughly discouraged and decided to return to 
his Salt Lake home. 

Soon after President Brigham Young was made 
acquainted with these facts, he went to Paris, Ida- 
ho, and at a stake conference held the next day, the 
Saints and the sinners who had gathered to hear 
him were made to understand that the man whom 
he had sent to preside over that valley had not been 
sustained by the people as he should have been. 


\Yhen he drove into Paris from the north, he found 
improvements made by Brother Kimball that 
would be an honor and credit to any community, 
but as he proceeded on his way through the town 
he beheld the same old dirt-covered huts that were 
built before he visited the place years ago. He said 
that he had known Brother David from his infancy 
up to the present time, and for many years had 
looked upon him as one of the choice men of Zion. 
That if the Saints of that valley had appreciated 
his worth, and stood by him financially and other- 
wise, this condition of things might never have oc- 
curred. He stated also that for some time it had 
been the unanimous sentiment of the First Pres- 
idency that David should become a member of the 
Council of Apostles, but through the spirit of 
greed and opposition manifested by certain indi- 
viduals towards him, he was sorry to say that these 
plans had been frustrated. All things considered, he 
would release Brother David P. Kimball from the 
presidency of the Bear Lake mission, and he asked 
that the blessings of the Lord attend him wherever 
he might go. 

Before President Young closed his remarks, 
many people in the congregation were weeping. 
It was certainly a day of regret and lamentation 
for them, for they realized now that it would be a 
long time before they were presided over by a man 
who would make the sacrifices in their behalf that 
Brother David P. Kimball had made. 

As soon as David had disposed of his Bear Lake 

President Brigham Young. 


property and paid his debts, he and his family re- 
turned to their Salt Lake home, where they were 
royally received by their relatives and friends. 
After some weeks spent in looking over the situa- 
tion, Brother Kimball, with what means he had left, 
purchased from his father's family the old Kimball 
grist mill, on North Temple street, between State 
and Main. This proved to be a valuable invest- 
ment, and soon after the purchase enabled him to 
move his family into a comfortable home. 

However, managing a common old grist mill was 
too tame a job for a man of David P. Kimball's 
versatility and capacity. He therefore began to 
search for pastures new. About this time there 
was much discussion about the Salt River Valley, 
in Arizona. It was held forth that the region of 
country thereabout was one of great opportunity. 
He therefore decided to dispose of his Salt Lake 
property and make Arizona his future home. Be- 
fore doing so he sought the counsel of President 
Brigham Young upon the subject, and the pioneer 
colonizer, without hesitation, advised him to go. 
This plan having been decided upon, the great 
"Mormon" leader, who had always been a friend 
to David, called David to go as a missionary. 

David sold his home and grist-mill to the high- 
est bidder, and prepared for his Arizona mission. 
He had been told that cattle were bringing fabulous 
prices in the new country, so he decided to make 
the journey with ox-teams. He bought three first- 
class wagons and a traveling carriage, which he 


had fitted up for the occasion. At Nephi, the then 
terminus of the Utah Southern Railroad, he bought 
ten yoke of the best oxen that could be found, also 
about twenty head of cows. He then returned to 
Salt Lake to get the balance of his outfit, which 
was to be taken to Nephi on the cars. As soon as 
President Young, who was the leading spirit in the 
control of the railroad, learned this, he instructed 
the superintendent to ship David's belongings, in- 
cluding his family, to Nephi free of charge, which 
was done. 

Brother Kimball, with his family and splendid 
outfit, was soon ready for the start south from 
Nephi. On the eve of his departure, imagine Da- 
vid's joy and satisfaction in beholding President 
Brigham Young, who had made a special trip to 
Nephi to see him off. It was the considerate 
thoughtfulness of a magnanimous leader, which 
David was not slow to recognize and appreciate. 

After giving David some valuable instructions, 
President Young placed his hands upon his head 
and gave him a blessing, which fairly made the 
Arizona missionary's nerves tingle. He then 
blessed Sister Kimball and the children, and bade 
them farewell. That was the last time that David 
saw his dear friend President Brigham Young, who 
passed to the other side a little more than a month 

Early on the morning of July 14, 1877, David P; 
Kimball and family, accompanied by his brother 
Solomon and Edward E. Jones and family, started 


on their eight-hundred-mile journey to the South. 
They reached St. George about the middle of Au- 
gust. They had learned by this time, through sad 
experience, that they had made the mistake of 
their lives in starting with cattle, but, of course, 
it was now too late to change the situation. 

The road for one hundred and sixty miles ahead 
was very bad. Water and feed were also extremely 
scarce. However, they worried along until they 

Ediwird /:. Jones and wife, wlw accompanied David P. 
Kinihall on his journey to Arizona, in 


reached Pierce's Ferry, on the Colorado River, 
about one hundred miles south of St. George. 
Here they were compelled to remain a few days in 
order to rest their animals. While at this place an 
Indian, who had been sent from St. George by 
Brother David H. Cannon, brought the "Deseret 
News," containing an account of President 
Young's death. This sad message, in connection 
with the troublesome times they were passing 
through, multiplied their sorrows. It was a great 
shock to Brother Kimball, and he could not have 
felt worse had it been his own father. 

The quicksands along the river bank at this point 
made it dangerous for the cattle when they came 
to drink, and on several occasions they had to be 
pulled out of the treacherous sand to save them 
from being buried alive. It was also a bad place 
for rattlesnakes, but fortunately none of the stock 
were bitten by them. 

As soon as the animals were sufficiently rested, 
another start was made, this time on one of the 
roughest roads over which ox teams ever traveled. 
It was through what was called the "Grand South 
Gulch of the Colorado River." Every foot of the 
way, for twenty miles or more, lay over rough bed- 
rock. By the time the teams emerged from the 
head of that rocky gulch, the oxen were so foot- 
sore they could scarcely walk. 

Driving about ten miles further, they came to 
Cane Springs, where they found plenty of feed and 
water. Here thev remained for a month or more. 


until their worn and footsore animals were able to 
continue on the way. Two miles south of the 
spring lived a small band of Hualpai Indians, who 
were terribly wrought up in their feelings when 
they found, as they believed, that the white man 
had taken possession of their rich grazing lands. 

In a remarkably short time after the Kimballs 
had settled in camp, the old chief, dressed in his 
best, with a look that bespoke his feelings better 
than words could express, came to interview them. 
He began by haranguing the bystanders in regular 
Indian fashion, at the same time swinging his arms 
and pointing to the mountains, hills and plains. He 
was able to make it known sufficiently and most 
forcibly to all present that unless the company re- 
moved and thus relieved the situation, some one 
of the company would certainly lose his scalp. 

As soon as the old fellow had completed his ad- 
dress, Brother Kimball, who had no hair to spare, 
led him to the table, where he spent an hour or 
more in feasting upon the good things placed be- 
fore him. Then came the pipe of peace, and soon 
the old man was wending his way homeward as 
one satisfied with everything his heart could de- 

Before leaving Nephi, the sixteen yoke of oxen 
that belonged to the Kimball party had been shod, 
but the last two hundred miles of road had worn 
the shoes out, and the result was that the feet of 
the animals were so tender that they could scarcely 
walk. It was more than a hundred miles to the 


nearest blacksmith shop, and the first seventy miles 
of that distance was over a barren desert. Supplies 
were running short, winter was near at hand, and 
things began to look serious for the Kimball party. 

While facing this undesirable condition, a happy 
thought passed through Brother Kimball's mind. 
It was to send the old chief to Mineral Park after 
shoes and nails. The distance by road was one 
hundred and five miles, and there was but one place 
along the route where water could be obtained. It 
would be a hard trip on the old man, of course, but 
if he was successful in carrying out the instructions 
given him, it meant a good deal to the Kimball 
party. If he failed, however, it would be difficult to 
tell what would happen ! 

After the subject had been discussed from va- 
rious standpoints, the aged Hualpai was entrusted 
with a full set of instructions to the Mineral Park 
blacksmith, and he was given thirty dollars in cash 
to pay for the nails and shoes. He was also fur- 
nished with a can of water and enough hardtack 
and jerked beef to last him until he returned. On 
the day of his departure, and as soon as he had 
eaten his breakfast and had his morning smoke, he 
bade farewell to his palefaced brethren and started 
on his two-hundred-and-ten-mile jaunt. 

Before starting on his journey, the old chief, who 
knew the country from A to Z, left the impression 
that he would be back within ten days, provided he 
had to wait no longer than three days for the black- 
smith to complete his work. Some of the company 


censured Mr. Kfmball for placing so much confi- 
dence in the old fellow, but David, who was a man 
of discernment, knew that the chief would be true 
to his trust, even if it cost him his life. 

On the seventh day from the time he started on 
his perilous journey, just before sundown, a dark 
figure was seen by members of the Kimball camp, 
working its way through the deep grass in the dis- 
tance. It was thought by some of the company to 
be a wild beast of some kind. At first, only little 
attention was paid to it, but as it drew nearer, all 
eyes were turned in that direction. It finally took 
the form of a man, which caused a general sensa- 
tion throughout the camp. Everybody by this time 
was on the tiptoe of expectancy, and in a few mo- 
ments their surprise was complete when the old 
man came limping into camp with thirty pounds 
of ox-shoes and nails lashed to his back. 

It was difficult to believe that it was the same 
man, for he had dwindled almost to skin and bones. 
His belt, which contained seven holes, had been 
drawn to the limit. He was so reduced in flesh 
and strength that it required several days to restore 
him to his normal condition. 

The next day after his arrival the ox-shoeing 
was begun in real earnest. It was no easy task, 
for every ox had to be thrown and tied. After the 
oxen were shod, their feet were so tender that it 
required considerable turpentine which, luckily, the 
camp possessed, to remove the soreness. Within a 
week from the time the old man returned, the Kim- 
ball party were ready for another start. 



On the second day of October, 1877, David P. 
Kimball, at the head of his little company, con- 
tinued on his way ; this time over a seventy-mile 
desert marked only by a dim wagon trail. For the 
next three days and nights man, woman, child and 
animals were tested to the limit. It was a life and 
death struggle for them all, and had it not been 
for an Overruling Power, working in their behalf, 
not one of them would have lived to tell the tale. 

About eleven o'clock on the night of the 4th, 



Lola and Effa, daughters of David P. Kimball, 1877. 


they struck a sandy wash and lost their way. The 
children were crying for water, and humans as well 
as animals were famishing. What to do under such 
conditions was enough to drive the ordinary man 
insane, but their wise leader, who on other occa- 
sions had passed through similar experiences, was 
not easily discouraged. Well versed in the wisdom 
and instinct of animals, under such conditions, he 
gave orders to the drivers to unyoke their cattle 
and give them full liberty to go wherever they 
wanted to. His past experience had taught him 
that they would find water if it was anywhere to 
be found. He also had two of the strongest men in 
the company, his brother Solomon and Edward E. 
Jones, mount horses and follow the thirsty and 
tired animals in any direction which they might go. 

These instructions were carried out to the letter, 
and soon the famishing herd of horn stock, with 
their heads lifted high, started in an easterly direc- 
tion, as rapidly $ 'their tired limbs could carry 
them. The men on horseback followed. . Every lit- 
tle distance they passed animals of the herd that 
had given out on the way, but the men continued 
to follow the main herd until nearly daylight, when 
suddenly they came to a beautiful spring of water. 
The scene that followed can better be imagined 
than described! Within two hours from the time 
the strongest animals had reached the spring a 
number of those left behind came staggering along. 
Others had died. 

After a few hours rest the men drove the cattle- 


back to camp, a distance of about ten miles, and 
were overjoyed to learn that David had found the 
Hackberry water, two miles away, which was the 
means of saving the lives of the campers. The 
water here was in a deep well, which doubtless 
accounts for the animals not scenting it. If the 
Kimball party had discovered the nearby water that 
night it would have prevented the death of many of 
their cattle, to say nothing of the trouble it caused 
them in other directions. Water, in that part of 
the country, is so scarce that one may travel from 
fifty to sixty miles in almost any direction without 
finding it, a fact which shows the danger lurking 
in Arizona deserts to strangers traveling without 
a guide. 

The next morning Mr. Kimball's four horses 
could not be found, and their disappearance caused 
great alarm in camp, as the loss of these animals 
under such trying circumstances was a very serious 
matter. For nine days following, the men folks 
scoured the country for thirty miles around, but 
not a trace of them could be found. Finally the 
Indians took up the hunt, and on the eleventh day 
from the time the animals were lost, the Indians 
found them on Table Mountain, where they had 
been without water during that time. Their con- 
dition when found was pitiable beyond description. 
Two of them never recovered from the effects. 
There was but one place where the horses could 
climb to the top of that mountain. This they had 
found, but after they reached the flat, they were 


unable to retrace their steps, other descents be- 
ing too steep and rocky. Hence, also, the Kimball 
party were unable to track them. 

Hackberry was an old, deserted mining camp, 
and a California company had just started it up 
again. Mr. Kimball and companions here traded 
what cattle they had left for horses and mules, and 
remained there about two years in order to get an- 
other outfit, so that they might continue on their 

All the supplies for this camp were brought up 
the Colorado river on steamboats to Hardysville, 
which is two miles south of Call's Landing, from 
which place the "Mormons" of southern Utah at one 
time obtained their supplies. Hackberry lies about 
seventy-five miles northeast of. this place, and at 
only three points along this route can water be 
obtained. It was over this road that David hauled 
freight for about two years, the Hackberry com- 
pany allowing him three dollars per hundred. The 
business paid very well, as the round trip could be 
made in a little over a week. 

By the middle of September, 1879, Mr. Kim- 
ball had saved sufficient means to enable him to 
continue on his journey. When he reached Pres- 
cott, he contracted with the merchants of that 
place to haul one hundred thousand feet of lumber 
from a saw mill to the town. This occupied several 
months of his time. While here, he made .the ac- 
quaintance of a Mr. Bryan, who offered him three 
dollars a hundred to haul a stampmill from Walnut 


Grove into the Prescott Mountains. The tempta- 
tion was so great, owing to the shortness of the 
haul, that he accepted the offer. From the Grove 
to the mine the distance was only eighteen miles. 

After loading his teams with sufficient supplies to 
last three months, he moved his outfit over to Wal- 
nut Grove, where he went to work on his contract. 
Few men had a wider experience in handling teams 
than David, but he learned many new lessons along 
these lines before his contract was completed. He 
had three first-class six-horse teams, and his com- 
panions, Solomon F. Kimball and Edward E. Jones, 
each had one. Two tons of machinery was loaded 
onto each wagon, and bright and early the follow- 
ing morning the start was made. After a hard 
day's drive they were highly delighted with the 
fact that they had covered at least one-third of the 
distance to the Tiger mine. That was making 
money so fast that they could hardly sleep that 
night for thinking about it ! 

Another start was made the next morning, but 
before they had gone far they came to a mountain 
that was very nearly perpendicular. After Captain 
Kimball had looked over the situation, he had ten 
span of horses hitched to the first wagon, which 
meant two hundred pounds to the horse, and then 
the work began. Every man was at his post, some 
blocking wheels, others whooping up the leaders, 
and every driver in the lot yelling at the top of his 
voice. The distance to the crest of the hill was 
about a quarter cf a mile, and by dark the five 


wagons were landed on the summit. Two miles 
were made that day. This was making money so 
slowly that they could hardly sleep that night for 
thinking about it! 

The next morning they continued their journey, 
this time over a much better road; two miles of it 
being on down grade. Six miles were covered be- 
fore dark, making thirteen miles which they had 
traveled since they left home three days before. 
That meant that five miles only lay between them 
and the mine, but they little realized what was yet 
ahead of them ! 

On the fourth day they early came to a rocky 
hill, called "Hell," even to look at which made 
them perspire. It required every team in the out- 
fit to haul a load to the top. It was so steep and 
rocky that not more than half of the animals were 
able to stand on their feet at the same time. Many 
of the strongest chains were broken before that 
day's work was over, and they had gone only two 

After another hard day's drive over hills and 
rocks, the Tiger mine was finally reached. It was 
located on one of the topmost peaks of the Pres- 
cott range of mountains, some eight or ten thou- 
sand feet above sea level, and afforded a splendid 
view of the Salt River and Gila Valleys to the 
south. The altitude of the mountain from this 
point to the valley below is not less than six or 
seven thousand feet, and the descent is almost 
perpendicular. The Kimball party unloaded their 


wagons that night and the next day drove home 
in less than seven hours. -The following day was 
a Sunday, and they made it a day of rest in very 
deed. After six days of hard work, even the jaded 
animals showed their appreciation of the change as 
they lay stretched out beneath the shady trees of a 
walnut grove. After two months of strenuous work, 
the Kimball-Bryan contract was completed to the 
satisfaction of all concerned. Mr. Kimball then 
moved his family and outfit to Kirkland Valley, 
about twenty-five miles northwest, where he re- 
mained until spring. 

By the first of May, 1880, all arrangements had 
been made by David to move his family to the Salt 
River Valley, in order to fill the mission to which 
he had been called three years before. However, 
before starting on his one-hundred-and-fifty-mile 
journey, he made a trip to Prescott after lumber 
which was to be used in the construction of his 
Arizona home. Three weeks later he reached 
Mesa, then a small "Mormon" settlement eighteen 
miles east of Phoenix. After looking over the coun- 
try for several days, he purchased a tract of land 
on the Salt River bottoms, three miles north of 
Mesa, at a place called Jonesville, and commenced 
to build a home. There were a number of fam- 
ilies at the time living in this section of country 
who were members of the "Mormon" Church, but 
there seemed to be no organization among them. 
They had neither meetings nor school, nor any 
public place to hold them. 

Zula Pomcroy, ivife of Solomon F. Kimball, first school 
teacher of Joncsvillc, 



In less than a year from the time Brother Kim- 
ball arrived, he purchased a piece of ground in the 
central portion of the town and, with the help of 
the people, built a meeting house that must have 
cost him not less than one thousand dollars. From 
that time on, Jonesville had religious services on 
Sundays, and a first-class school during the week. 

Much of David's time was spent in freighting 
goods from the Maricopa railroad station to Pres- 
cott, lumber being hauled on the return trip. 
While making one of these jaunts during the month 
of November, 1881, he was caught in a snowstorm 
at Prescott, resulting in a severe cold which 
brought on pneumonia and lung fever. In a letter 

Helen Mar Whitney and her brother, Col. Hcber 
P. Kimball 


to his sister Helen, under date of January 8, 1882, 
he gives an account of a remarkable experience he 
passed through while on his journey home. When 
the writer returned from Arizona, in 1886, he came 
in possession of this letter, and being conversant 
with the facts it contained, sent it to President 
John Taylor, that he might obtain his opinion in 
relation to it. After reading the letter, President 
Taylor returned it with instructions to have it pub- 
lished, as it contained a true vision, and would 
prove valuable among the Saints. Agreeable to 
these instructions, received from President Tay- 
lor, it was published in a little volume called "Help- 
ful Visions," the fourteenth book of the Faith- 
promoting Series, and afterwards published as an 
appendix to the "Life of Heber C. Kimball." In 
both cases it was edited by Bishop Orson F. Whit- 
ney. It is given here just as it came from the pen 
of Brother Kimball : 

"On the 4th of November, I took a very severe 
cold in a snowstorm at Prescott, being clad in light 
clothing, which brought on pneumonia or* lung 
fever. I resorted to Jamaica ginger and pepper tea 
to obtain relief and keep up my strength till I could 
reach home and receive proper care. On the 13th 
I camped in a canyon ten miles west of Prescott, 
my son Patten being with me. We had a team of 
eight horses and two wagons. That night I suf- 
fered more than death. The next night we camped 
at Mr. Mclntyre's, about twenty miles farther on. 
I stopped there two nights and one day, during 


which time I to^k nothing to drink but pepper tea. 
On the 16th we drove to Black's ranch, twenty- 
eight miles nearer home, and were very comfort- 
ably located in Mr. Black's house. 

"About lip. m., I awoke and to my surprise saw 
some six or eight men standing around my bed. I 
had no dread of them, but felt that they were my 
friends. At the same time I heard a voice which 
seemed to come from an eight-square (octagon) 
clock on the opposite side of the house. It com- 
menced talking and blackguarding, which drew my 
attention, when I was told to pay no attention to it. 
At this point I heard the most beautiful singing I 
ever listened to in all my life. These were the 
words, repeated three times by a choir: 'God bless 
Brother David Kimball.' I at once distinguished 
among them the voice of my second wife, Julia 
Merrill, who in life was a good singer. This, of 
course, astonished me. Just then my father com- 
menced talking to me, the voice seeming to come 
from a long distance. He commenced by telling 
me of his associations with President Young, the 
Prophet Joseph, and others in the spirit world, 
then enquired about his children, and seemed to 
regret that his family were so scattered, and said 
there would be a great reformation in his family 
inside of two years. He also told me where I 
should live, also yourself and others, and a great 
many other things. I conversed freely with father, 
and my words were repeated three times by as 
many different persons, exactly as I spoke them, 


until they reached him, and then his words to me 
were handed down in a like manner. 

"After all this I gave way to doubt, thinking it 
might be only a dream, and to convince myself that 
I was awake, I got up and walked outdoors into the 
open air. 

"I returned, and still the spirit of doubt was upon 
me. To test it further I asked my wife Julia to sing 
me a verse of one of her old songs. At that, the 
choir, which had continued singing, stopped and 
she sang the song through, every word being dis- 
tinct and beautiful. The name of the song was, 
'Does He Ever Think of Me?' 

"My eyes were now turned toward the south, and 
there, as in a large parquette, I beheld hundreds, 
even thousands, of friends and relatives. I was 
then given the privilege of asking questions, and 
did so. This lasted for some time, after which 
the singing commenced again, directly above me. 
I now wrapped myself in a pair of blankets and 
went out-doors, determined to see the singers, but 
could see nothing, though I could hear the voices 
just the same. I returned to my couch and the 
singing, which was all communicative and instruc- 
tive, continued until the day dawned. All this time 
the clock I have mentioned continued its cursing 
and blackguarding. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Black were up in due time and got 
breakfast. I arose and made my toilet, plain as it 
was, and took breakfast with my host and hostess. 
When my boy got ready to start, I went to pay my 


bill, and to my surprise heard a voice say or com- 
municate : 'David Kimball has paid his bill.' When 
I got into the wagon, my guards, or those who 
were around my bed during the night, were still 
with me. My father had told me that he and Pres- 
ident Young and others would visit me the next 

4i \Ye drove on until about 11 a. m., when a host 
of evil spirits made their appearance. They were 
determined to destroy me, but I had power of mind 
to pay no attention to them, and let them curse all 
day without heeding them any more than possible. 
Five times they made a rush en masse to come into 
the wagon, the last one, where I was, but were kept 
off by my friends (spiritual). About 2 p. m. I told 
my boy to stop and we would water our horses. 
We used for this purpose barrels that we had along 
with us. After this I walked to the west side of 
my wagons, and looking to the east, I saw and 
heard the evil spirits floating in the air and chant- 
ing curses upon Brigham Young. I saw two other 
groups of the same kind, but did not hear them. 
Then I looked to the south and the whole atmos- 
phere was crowded with fallen spirits, or those 
who had not obtained bodies. Others who tried 
to torment me were spirits who had lived upon the 
earth. Having seen so many and being compli- 
mented by my guard for seeing so well, I became 
a little timid and asked my spiritual friends if they 
had any help. The answer was, 'Yes, plenty.' I 
now told my boy to drive on he was entirely 


oblivious of all that was taking place with me 
and soon after I was so exhausted that I fell into a 
troubled sleep and must have slept quite a little 

"After I awoke I seemed to be left alone, and was 
lying on my back, when, all at once, I saw an old 
man and two young girls. This vision coming on 
me suddenly, I was startled, and finding my guard 
gone, I jumped out of the wagon and got up on 
the spring seat beside my boy. But I could not get 
away from them. I was told in a coarse, gruff 
voice that the devil was going to kill me, and that 
he would follow me night and day until he de- 
stroyed me. I remembered the promise father had 
made me the night before that he intended to visit 
me the next evening and I nerved up and tried to 
pay no attention to my persecutors, but I must con- 
fess I was frightened. 

"We arrived at Wickenburg just at sundown. 
The old man and the girls were tormenting and 
tantalizing me all the way, but never coming 
very near me. We got supper and I took a room 
at People's hotel and retired about 10 p. m. When 
everything was quiet my spirit friends, eight in 
number, returned and my tormentors were re- 
quired to leave. Soon after, a glorious vision burst 
upon me. There were thousands of the Saints 
presented to me, many who had died at Nauvoo, 
in Winter Quarters, on the plains, and in Utah. 

"I saw Brother Pugmire and many others whom 
I did not know were dead. When my mother 

Vilatc M. Kimball, mother of David P. Kimball, 1866. 


came to me it was so real and I was so everjoyed 
that I exclaimed aloud. So powerful was this vision 
that I asked President Young, who seemed to be 
directing matters, three times to relieve me, or I 
would faint. A great many others passed in regu- 
lar order, and I recognized nearly all of them, and 
was told the names of all I did not know. My 
father sat in a chair with his legs crossed and his 
hands clasped together, as we have often seen him. 
Those who passed along had hidden him from my 
view till then. 

"This scene vanished, and I was then taken in 
the vision into a vast building, which was built 
on the plan of the Order of Zion. I entered through 
a south door and found myself in a part of the 
building which was unfinished, though a great 
many workmen were bnsv upon it. My guide 
showed me all through this half of the house, and 
then took me through the other half, which was 
finished. The richness, grandeur and beauty of it 
defied description. There were many apartments 
in the house, which was very spacious, and they 
differed in size and the fineness of the workman- 
ship, according to the merits on earth of those who 
were to occupy them. I felt most at home in the 
unfinished part, among the workmen. The upper 
part of the house was filled with Saints, but I could 
not see them, though some of them conversed with 
me, my father and mother, Uncle Joseph Young 
and others. 

"My father told me many things, and I received 


many reproofs for my wrong-doings. Yet he was 
loth to have me leave, and seemed to feel very 
badly when the time came for me to go. He told 
me I could remain there if I chose to do so, but I 
pleaded with him that I might stay with my family 
long enough to make them comfortable, to repent 
of my sins, and more fully prepare myself for the 
change. Had it not been for this, I never should 
have returned home, except as a corpse. Father 
finally told me I could remain two years, and to 
do all the good I could during that time, after 
which he would come for me ; he mentioned four 
others that he would come for also, though he did 
not say it would be at the same time. 

"On the 18th of November, about noon, we left 
\Yickenburg (which is twenty-two miles from 
Black's Ranch where we stopped the previous 
night) on our journey home. I was exhausted from 
what I had experienced, and could feel my mind 
fast giving away, but I had confidence that I would 
reach home alive. There were no elders to admin- 
ister to me and no kind friends to look after my 
wants except my son, who had all he could do in 
looking after eight horses and two wagons. As 
my mind wandered and grew weaker, I was 
troubled and led by influences over which I had no 
power, and my friends, the good spirits, had all 
left me. 

"We drove about twenty miles that afternoon, 
camping about eight miles from water, on the Salt 
River desert, which is about fifty miles across. Dur- 


ing the fore part of the night I heard the horses 
running as though they were frightened. My son 
was asleep, but I got up and put my overcoat 
across my shoulders and went out where they were 
and got them quieted down. I was about to re- 
turn to the wagon, when that same old man with 
gray whiskers, who had tormented me before, 
stepped between me and the wagons. He had a 
long knife in his hand. I was frightened and fled, 
he pursuing me and telling me he was going to kill 
me. What I passed through I cannot describe, 
and no mortal tongue could tell. I wandered two 
days and three nights in the Salt River desert, un- 
dergoing the torments of the damned, most of the 
time, which was beyond anything that mortal could 

"When my mind was restored, and the fever 
which had raged within me had abated, I found 
myself lying on a bleak hill-top, lost in the desert, 
chilled, hungered, thirsty and feeble. I had scarce- 
ly any clothing on, was barefooted, and my body 
full of cactus from head to foot. My hands were a 
perfect mat of thorns and briars. This, with the 
knowledge that no one was near me, made me 
realize the awful condition I was in. I could not 
walk. I thought I would take my life, but had no 
knife or anything to do it with. I tried to cut an 
artery in my arm with a sharp rock I had picked up, 
hoping I might bleed to death, but even this was 
denied me. The wolves and ravens were hovering 
around me, anxiously awaiting my death. I had a 

State Senator Quincy K. Kimball, third son of 
David P. Kimball. 


long stick and I thought I would dig a deep hole 
and cover myself up the best I could, so the wolves 
would not devour my body until I could be found 
by my friends. 

"On the night of the 21st, I could see a fire about 
twenty-five miles to the south, and felt satisfied 
that it was my friends coming afer me. I knew the 
country where I was ; I was about eight miles from 
houses where I could have got plenty of water and 
something to eat, but my strength was gone and 
my feet were so sore I could not stand up. An- 
other long and dreary day passed, but I could see 
nothing but wolves and ravens and a barren desert 
covered with cactus, and had about made up my 
mind that the promise of two years' life, made by 
my father, was not to be realized. While in this 
terrible plight., and when I had just about given up 
all hope, my father and mother appeared to me 
and gave me a drink of water and comforted me, 
telling me I would be found by my friends who 
were out searching for me, and that I should live 
two years longer as I had been promised. When 
night came I saw another fire a few hundred yards 
from me and could see my friends around it, but I 
was so hoarse I could not make them hear. By 
this time my body was almost lifeless and I could 
hardly move, but my mind was in a perfect condi- 
tion and I could realize everything that happened 
around me. 

"On the morning of the 23rd, at daylight, here 
they came, about twenty in all, two of my own 


sons, my nephew William, Bishop E. Pomeroy, 
John Lewis, John Blackburn, Wiley Jones and 
others, all friends and relatives from the Mesa, who 
had tracked me between seventy-five and one hun- 
dred miles. I shook hands with them, and they 
were all overjoyed to see me alive, although in such 
a pitiable plight. My own feelings I shall not un- 
dertake to describe. I told them to be very careful 
how they let me have water, at first. They rolled 
me up in some blankets and put me on a buckboard 
and appointed John Lewis to look after me as doc- 
tor and nurse. After I had taken a few swallows 
of water, I was almost frantic for more, but they 
wisely refused to let me have it except in small 
doses every half hour. 

"I had about seventy-five miles to ride home. 
We arrived at my place in Jones ville. on the after- 
noon of the 24th of November, when my wife and 
family took charge of me and I was tenderly and 
carefully nourished. In a few days I was around 
again. I told my experience to President McDon- 
ald, Bishop Pomeroy, C. I. Robson and others, and 
most of them believed me, but my word was 
doubted by some. I told them I had just two years 
to live, so they could tell whether it was a true 
manifestation or not. 

"No T , T , clear sister, you have a little of your 
brother David's experience. I know these things 
were shown to me for my own good, and it was 
no dream but a glorious and awful reality. My 
story is believed by my brethren who have respect 



for me. I will console myself with the knowledge 
I have obtained. Let the world wag on, and let 
hell and the devil keep up their warfare against 
the Saints of God. I know for myself that "Mor- 

Darid Patten, Jr., and Thos. S., sons of David P. Kimball 

monism" is true. With God's help, while I live, I 
shall strive to do good, and I will see you before 
long and tell you all, as it never will be blotted 
out of my memory. 

"With kind regards, in which my wife and chil- 
dren join, I remain, as ever, 

"Your affectionate brother, 

"David P. Kimball," 


On the morning of November 19th, when Patten 
arose and missed his father he thought probably 
he had gone out to hunt for the horses, and felt no 
uneasiness concerning him. He made a fire, pre- 
pared breakfast and waited some time, but could 
not see or hear him anywhere. The horses came 
strolling into camp and were tied up, fed and wa- 
tered. Patten then ate his meal and saddled a 
horse and rode back towards Wickenburg, until he 
came to a small place called Seymour on the Has- 
sayampa but could learn nothing of his father's 
whereabouts. He went back to the wagon and 
hunted the* country close around camp but 
found nothing but his father's overcoat, which 
was a few hundred yards from the wagon. It 
being an old camp-ground, it was impossible to 
find his tracks. He finally came to the conclusion 
that he had gone towards home, so he hitched up 
his team and drove homeward until he came to Mr. 
Calderwood's at Agua Fria (Cold Water). At this 
place there was a well dug on the desert about 
twenty miles from Salt River. Patten had traveled 
about twenty-two miles before reaching this point, 
but was disappointed in not hearing anything of his 
father. He had traveled all night and Mr. Calder- 
wood was up and around when he arrived. He 
related his story to him and was advised by him to 
leave his team there and take the best pair of 
horses, and hitch them to his buckboard and go 
on to the Mesa. Here he could get help to come 
and hunt for the missing man. The distance was 


forty miles, which would take all the rest of the 
day (the 20th). He acted on the advice, however, 
and arrived at his destination at 9 p. m. The news 
was circulated, and in less than two hours, twenty 
of the best and most experienced men at Mesa and 
Jonesville were on the road, taking Patten back 
with them. They also took a wagon to carry water 
and provisions, but most of them were on the best 
of horses. They had sixty miles to ride, before 
beginning the search, which was accomplished by 
daylight next morning. After feeding their horses 
and eating a lunch they held a consultation and 
agreed to abide by the following fuls. If any one 
of the party found his tracks he was to make a 
smoke and this would call the others in that direc- 
tion. They then started out in different directions. 
They scoured the country until about noon, when 
Sern Sornson and Charles Rogers found his tracks. 
They supposed they were about twelve miles from 
where he was lost, and about ten miles from Agua 
Fria, close to the main road on the south side. 
They soon gathered some brush and started a fire, 
putting on plenty of green weeds, etc., to cause a 
smoke, and soon attracted the attention of their 
comrades. His tracks were followed. They wound 
round and round, going in no particular direction. 
Some places he would cross his tracks eight or ten 
times in going one hundred yards, which made 
it quite difficult to follow. 

After spending a part of the afternoon trailing 
him up, the tracks finally took a direct course lead- 


ing to the north. By this time all the searching 
party were together. 

Another meeting was held and the plan adopted 
was for eight horsemen, four on each side of his 
tracks, to ride at a considerable distance apart, so 
as to cut off the track if it turned to the right or 
left, and two or three of the best trailers to keep on 
the tracks, while the buckboard and wagon fol- 
lowed up. These were out of sight most of the 
time, as very good time was made by the trailers 
after this plan was adopted. The ground was quite 
soft, and those on the trail would gallop their 
horses for miles, but darkness soon put an end to 
their work for this day, a good thing for both men 
and animals. 

They had traveled upwards of one hundred miles 
in about twenty hours. They were working men 
and had plenty of strength to carry them through 
under all circumstances. . They camped on the 
highest ground that could be found close by, and 
made a large fire which was kept up all night by 
those on guard. 

As soon as it was light enough to see the tracks, 
every man was at his place moving as fast as he 
could under the circumstances. 

This was the morning of the 22nd. One great 
drawback they met with that day was that when 
they would come to a deep ravine where water had 
run during rainy weather, the tracks would follow 
up sometimes for miles and then continue in the 
former direction. Places would frequently be 



found in the sand where the lost one had dug 
down for water with his hands. Now and then 
they would find a piece of his clothing and see 
places where he had run into the fox-tail cactus, 
cat's-claw and other thorny bushes. One place was 
found where he had broken off the limb of a tree 
for a walking stick. The party followed his tracks 
all day without stopping, only as they were obliged 
to, on account of losing the trail or from some 
other cause. 

Crosier and Heber Chase, sons of David P. Kimball. 


Darkness overtook them again, but nothing 
could be heard or seen of the missing man. They 
slept on his tracks, keeping up a fire all night as 
before. His sons and others could not rest, and 
followed his tracks after dark by striking matches 
and putting them close to the ground to see if they 
might possibly find him. Some thought they could 
hear a sound, but it was so indistinct they could 
not discern the direction from which it came. It 
was indeed he who called, for they were then only 
a few hundred yards from him, but he was too 
hoarse to make them hear. On the morning of the 
23rd at daylight his anxious friends were on his 
tracks, and had gone but a short distance when 
Charles Peterson saw him. He had a long staff in 
his hand, and had raised up as high as he could get, 
being on one knee and the other foot on the ground 
and was stretching himself as far as he could and 
looking eagerly for their arrival. The crowd made 
a rush, and in a few seconds were with him, Bishop 
E. Pomeroy being the first. He was in his right 
mind and knew all present, and was glad to shake 
them by the hand, calling each by name. He was 
in good spirits and joked the boys frequently and 
gave them instructions to be careful in giving him 
water, etc. There was no water except in a canteen 
that had been reserved for his especial use. The 
company suffered themselves for want of water. 
They had traveled upwards of one hundred and 
fifty miles in less than forty-eight hours. 

David had dug a deep hole with his stick and 


had used his hands to move the dirt. He said he 
was digging his own grave. He was rolled in 
blankets and put on the buckboard. All drove to 
the nearest houses, seven or eight miles distant, 
on the Hassayampa, where all refreshed themselves 
with water and something to eat. Soon they were 
on the road homeward. They drove to Mr. Cal- 
derwood's, which was about thirty miles, and 
stayed all night. He was very kind to all and told 
them to help themselves to anything he had, such 
as hay, grain and food. He acted the gentleman in 
every respect. A large number of men had also 
left Phoenix in search of David, among them the 
U. S. marshal, and others. Men and Indians were 
riding over the desert in every direction. Next 
morning, the company drove to Jonesville, forty 
miles distant, where they arrived about 3 p. m. 

David was carried into his house where he was 
surrounded by his loving wife and children. 

When he recounted his experiences, he said that 
one thing that kept him from choking to death for 
want of water, was the clamp pebbles which he dug 
from low ravines and held them in his mouth. The 
Indians said that no human being could walk as 
far as he did, go without water, and live four days 
and five nights. The party that found him said he 
must have walked at least seventy-five miles, some 
said one hundred. 

He testified that on the afternoon of the 22nd, 
his father and mother came and gave him water 
and told him that his friends would find him. His 


clothing was all gone except his under garments, 
which were badly torn. 

Before leaving home on his trip to Prescott, 
David had worked several days fixing up his books 
and accounts, and burning up all useless papers, 
after which he told his wife that he felt different 
in starting on this trip from anything he had ever 
felt before. He said .it seemed to him that he should 
never return. He told her that if this proved to 
be the case, he had fixed his business up in such 
a shape that she would have no trouble, and would 
know as much about it as himself. She frequently 
spoke of these curious remarks, and felt consider- 
ably worried. When the news came that he was 
lost, all was plain to her, and she never expected 
to see him come home alive. Nothing could com- 
fort her and she watched night and day until he 
was brought home. 

David was never satisfied with his Jonesville 
home, on account of certain conditions that sur- 
rounded the place, and he therefore traded his farm 
and improvements for a home on the Mesa. When 
he had settled down in his new quarters, he con- 
tracted with the government to furnish Fort Mc- 
Dowell with eight hundred cords of wood, to be 
delivered within a specified time. Instead of mak- 
ing twelve or fifteen hundred dollars out of his 
contract he gave his friends and relatives the full 
benefit of it. 

A number of the most influential citizens of Mesa 
were closelv connected with Brother Kimball in 

Thomas S. Kimball, son of David P. Kimball, and his 
wife, Fannie, 1890. 


business and religious affairs, when he was pres- 
ident of the Bear Lake Stake of Zion, and they 
knew his worth. In fact, he became so popular 
with the people of that community that it caused 
jealousy among other prominent members of the 
Mesa ward. He was called afterwards to preside 
over a small colony of Saints who had settled near 
the headwaters of the San Pedro river. This call 
was a great disappointment to David, in -many 
ways ; but, without a murmur, he made the sac- 

He now disposed of his Salt River property, and 
began his two-hundred-mile journey to the south- 
east, to comply with this new call. Reaching his 
destination, he lost no time in building a comfort- 
able home, and sooi surrounded himself with other 
improvements that were an honor to the commu- 
nity in which he lived. With the help of the peo- 
ple, he built a canal and soon St. David was or- 
ganized into a ward. He was chosen bishop. He 
later became a member of the county school board 
of that district, a position he held as long as he 

The new section of country, extending as far 
north as the Gila Valley, soon came into prom- 
inence, resulting in the organization of the St. 
Joseph stake of Zion, with Christopher Layton pres- 
ident and David P. Kimball, first counselor. But 
the latter was not destined to hold that position 
very long. His days on earth were fast drawing 
to a close. It will be remembered that in writing 

Hebcr Chase, Quince K., and Thatcher Kimball, sons 
of David P. Kimball, 1917. 


to his sister Helen, under date of Jan. 8, 1882, he 
made this statement: "Father finally told me that 
I could remain two years longer, after which he 
would come for me, and also mentioned the names 
of four others that he would come for. I will see 
you before long, and tell you all, as it never will 
be blotted out of my memory." 

During the fall of 1883, David paid a visit to Salt 
Lake City, to see his relatives and friends, to whom 
he confirmed by his own lips all that his letter con- 
tained, and told many other things relating to his 
remarkable experience. He seemed a little reticent 
to most of his friends, and talked but little of his 
strange experience, feeling pained that so many 
seemed to doubt his word, and being unwilling to 
make himself obtrusive. When he bade his friends 
farewell, there was something about him which 
seemed to say that he was taking leave of them 
for all time. His visit, no doubt, was made with 
that object in view, for it was nearly two years 
from the time he was lost on the desert. Soon after 
he returned to St. David, almost the first news that 
came from there was the tidings of his death. 

A letter from his nephew, Charles S. Whitney, 
who was then living with him, written home on 
the 22nd of November, 1883, contained this: 

"Uncle David died this morning at half-past six, 
easily, and apparently without a bit of pain. Short- 
ly before he died, he looked up and called, 'Father, 
father!' All night long he had called for Uncle 
Heber. You remember hearing him tell how 

Monument of David P. Kimball and his wife Caroline, 
St. Daind, Arizona. 


grandpa came to him when he was lost on the des- 
ert, and how he pleaded for two more years and was 
given that much longer to stay. Last Saturday, 
the day he was so bad, was just two years from 
the day he was lost, and today is just two years 
from the day his father and mother came to him 
and gave him a drink of water, and told him that 
his friends would find him and he should live two 
years longer. He knew that he was going to die, 
and bade Aunt Caroline goodby, day before yester- 

During the last two years of his life David re- 
vealed to three of his personal friends the names of 
the four persons whom his father had told him in 
vision that he should come for, at or near the time 
when he would return for him. He exacted the 
promise from these friends (who, it seems, had 
some doubt regarding the divine nature of his 
vision, which doubt he was anxious to dispel) that 
they would not divulge the names of these indi- 
viduals until after their death. The names, with 
respective dates of decease, are as follows : 

William H. Hooper, died December 30, 1882. 
Horace K. Whitney, died November 22, 1884. 
Heber P. Kimball, died February 8, 1885. 
William Jennings, died January 15, 1886. 

As will be seen, the longest interval given from 
the death of David P. Kimball is two years, one 
month and twenty-there days. William H. Hooper, 
who was the first of the four to go, preceded David 



by about eleven months, while Horace K. Whit- 
ney, the second to depart, followed him one year 
later to a day. 

Viroqne, an Indian girl presented by Thomas S. Williams 
to his daughter, Caroline M. Kimball, when 
the child ivas eight years of age. - 



Heber C. Kimball, 1867. 

A Worthy Prophet 

Heber Chase Kimball, prophet, pioneer, and col- 
onizer, was born in 1801, at Sheldon, Franklin 
County, Vermont. His fourth great grandfather, 
Richard, was born in 1595, at Rattlesden, Suffolk 
County, England, and came to America in 1634, 
on the ship "Elizabeth." 

President Kimball was not always understood 
even by his nearest and dearest friends. The 
greater the love he had for a man, the more severe 
was the test he applied to that man. This he did 
for a wise purpose, just as the Lord, through the 
Prophet Joseph and President Brigham Young, 
had tried him. He well understood this principle, 
knowing that when a righteous man is chided it 
makes him more humble ; while on the other hand, a 
corrupt man becomes rebellious. 

The enemies of this remarkable man, who find 
fault with him for the blunt and forceful expres- 
sions which he made, should read his history, and 
then try to imagine what they would have done 
under similar varying circumstances in which he 
found himself. In the first place, in connection 
with the Latter-day Saints in general, figuratively 
speaking, he had been made a football for fifteen 
years ; and for no other reason than that he and they 
were worshiping Israel's God according to the 
light revealed to them from the heavens, through 


their great Prophet and leader, Joseph Smith. To 
cap the climax, the Saints, with starvation staring 
them in the face, were driven fifteen hundred miles 
from their comfortable homes, into a howling wild- 
erness. Then, before Heber C. Kimball and other 
mighty leaders had fairly established themselves in 
this then barren region, their persecutors were 
again snapping at their heels, with the hope and 
determination of driving them into the Pacific 

Heber C. Kimball was a man of character, deter- 
mination, full of vim, a natural born financier who 
could accumulate wealth where an ordinary man 
might starve. He was God-fearing, as tender-hearted 
as a child, and possessed the gift of healing to a re- 
markable degree. His heart was filled with compas- 
sion towards all men, and his soul was full of love. 
He was ready at all times to give counsel to the 
weakest child that came in his way, and thousands 
of the older members of the Church remember him 
with love and respect. He was a man of such great 
discernment that it was almost impossible to de- 
ceive him. He was an ardent lover of animals, and 
had regard even for the lower species. 

This is what President George Q. Cannon had 
to say about him : "Heber Chase Kimball was 
one of the greatest men of this age. There was a 
certain nobility about his disposition that would 
have made him conspicuous in any community. He 
was a man of commanding presence, with eyes 
so keen as to almost pierce one through, and be- 


fore which the guilty involuntarily quailed. He 
was fearless and powerful in rebuking the wrong- 
doer, but kind, benevolent and fatherly to the de- 
serving*. He possessed such wonderful control over 
the passions of men, combined with such wisdom 
and diplomacy, that the Prophet Joseph Smith 
called him "The peace maker." His great faith, 
zeal, earnestness, devotion to principle, cheerful- 
ness under the most trying circumstances, energy, 
perseverance and honest simplicity marked him as 
no ordinary man. He possessed great natural force 
and strong will power, yet in his submission to the 
Priesthood and obedience to the laws of God, he 
set a pattern to the whole Church. No man, per- 
haps, Joseph Smith excepted, who has belonged to 
the Church in this generation, ever possessed the 
gift of prophecy to a greater degree than Brother 

Apostle Franklin D. Richards, in writing of Pres- 
ident Kimball's missionary work in England, had 
this to say : "The wonderful following and ingath- 
ering of souls at the opening of the British Mission, 
evidenced the purity and power of his apostleship 
which was unexcelled since the awakening in Judea 
by Jesus and John. According to Heber C. Kim- 
ball's own estimation, he converted and baptized 
into the 'Mormon' Church not less than three 
thousand souls." 

During the troublesome times at Kirtland, Ohio, 
he stood so high in the estimation of the Prophet 
Joseph that that mighty leader recorded in his jour- 


nal that Heber C. Kimball was one of the apostles 
who had never raised his hand against him; and 
President Brigham Young declared at his funeral, 
that he was a man of as much integrity as any 
man who ever lived upon the earth. 

A number of the most prominent Kimballs of 
the United States have publicly declared that He- 
ber Chase Kimball is the greatest Kimball that 
America has ever produced, and these eminent 
non-"Mormons" have placed his history in some 
of the most noted libraries in the United States and 

The subject of prayer was probably as well un- 
derstood by him as by any other living man. When 
in sore trouble he pleaded with the Lord like a 
loving son with his earthly father, and never ceased 
praying till he felt the Spirit of God burning in his 
bosom. He often remarked that a prayer was 
never heard under ordinary circumstances unless 
such was the case. 

Before family prayers he most always made a 
few remarks upon religious topics, or read several 
pages from some of the standard works of the 
Church ; then, before he had prayed many minutes, 
those who were present could not only feel the 
Spirit of the Lord permeating their being, but at 
times it seemed like the whole room was filled 
with heavenly beings. On such occasions it was no 
unusual occurrence to see his family and friends 
with bowed heads, sobbing as if their hearts would 
melt within them. 


The following fatherly advice given to his chil- 
dren many years ago, shows still further the integ- 
rity and nobility of character of this mighty man of 

"I desire to speak to my children this morning, 
and while doing so I pray that I may be inspired 
by the Holy Ghost. My soul has mourned for the 
welfare of my children, and there is no parent on 
earth who has more tender feelings for his chil- 
dren than I have. When I behold the great things 
of God and the glory that awaits the righteous, I 
pray to the Lord to bless and save my children I 
know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ, as revealed 
to the Prophet Joseph Smith, is true, for God has 
revealed it to me. Every man who rejects it will 
be damned, and those who receive it will be saved. 
Baptism is the sign of the resurrection, and it is the 
password whereby we enter into the kingdom of 
heaven. I want my children to observe these 
things, for we have come into a dispensation where 
we have got to open the door to receive all the 
dispensations of old. iThe course I take in this life 
will be handed down to future generations by my 
children. I want the older ones to set an example 
to the younger ones, and where there is hardness 
of heart, put it away. Sin, when cultivated, brings 
forth tyranny. If you give way to sin even a little, 
it will conceive in your bosom and grow. Let these 
things sink deep into your hearts, and if you will 
do so, they will prove a blessing to you." 


Hcber C. Kimball, in 1867. 

Ancestry of Heber C. Kimball 

Soon after Heber C. Kimball joined the Church 
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, his father's 
family became so embittered towards him, on that 
account, that he was unable to secure from them 
anything that would lead to the discovery of his 
ancestry, placing him in the humiliating position 
of not even knowing the name of his grandfather. 
He was so disturbed in his mind over this condi- 
tion of things that he could hardly contain himself. 
This was especially so after the Prophet Joseph 
Smith's inspired address on vicarious work for the 
dead had been given. 

As soon as the Nauvoo Temple was completed 
he officiated in that holy edifice for seven of his 
deceased relatives, including his parents; but at 
this point the work for his kindred dead ceased for 
want of more names. 

In 1853, he employed a genealogist by the name 
of Kane to visit his relatives in the East for the 
purpose of obtaining records that would enable him 
to learn of his grandfather, and then to continue 
the search along ancestral lines as far back as pos- 

In the course of a year, Mr. Kane reported to 
President Kimball that he was unable to get ac- 
cess to his father's family Bible, in possession of 


his sister Eliza, consequently he received no aid 
from that source. However, he had come into 
possession of other material which, he claimed, 
proved that the Kimball family were of Scotch de- 
scent, and that their ancient name was Campbell 
instead of Kimball. President Kimball, having im- 
plicit confidence in Mr. Kane's genealogical abil- 
ity, joyfully accepted his report, and the Scottish 
idea of Campbell prevailed among the Kimball 
family of Utah for more than forty years after- 
wards, when this theory was proved untrue. 

It is interesting to note how the minds of men 
outside of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day 
Saints are moved upon by unseen powers, and un- 
wittingly made to assist those who are trying to 
observe the commandment to seek after and do 
work for the dead. In 1887 (nineteen years after 
President Kimball's death) a glorious spirit seemed 
to permeate the minds of the whole- family, stir- 
ring them to action. That same year not less 
than lour hundred of his descendants gathered at 
Fuller's Hill Gardens, in Salt Lake City, and such 
a time of rejoicing as was experienced on that 
occasion is seldom witnessed. Those present were 
inspired by unseen powers, and they partook of 
t!ie prophet's declaration: 

"Gliul tidings for the dead; a voice of gladness 
fcr the living and the dead; glad tidings of great 
joy. How beautiful upon the mountains are the 
feet of those that bring glad tidings of good things ; 
and that say unto Zion, behold! thy God reigneth. 


As the dews of Carmel, so shall the knowledge of 
God descend upon them." 

Strange to say, the same year that the Kimball 
family met at Fuller's Hill Gardens, Professor A. L. 
Morrison, of Windom, New Hampshire, whose 
mother was a Kimball, and Professor S. P. Shar- 
pies of Boston, Mass., whose wife was a Kim- 
ball, at about the same time and unknown to each 
other, both commenced work on a genealogical 
history of the Kimball family of America. Both 
of these expert genealogists continued their la- 
bors for seven years before they became acquainted 
with each other. After that, they became co- 
workers and co-editors for three more years, when 
they had completed one of the most perfect gen- 
ealogical works published up to that time in the 
United States. It contains 1278 pages, and the 
names of 17,000 of Heber C. Kimball's ancestors. 
They made the remarkable discovery that all of 
the Kimballs of America were descendants of two 
brothers, Richard and Henry, who came from Rat- 
tlesden, Suffolk County, England, to America, in 
1634, on the ship "Elizabeth." They visited the 
old Kimball homes in that part of England and 
traced the family name back for 500 years. The 
wealthy Kimballs of the United States furnished 
the means to carry this enterprise through, 
amounting to thousands of dollars. 

Another remarkable coincident in connection 
with this genealogical question was that just pre- 
vious to the coming forth of the Sharpies-Morrison 


publication, several representative members of the 
Kimball family of Utah were moved upon by the 
spirit of the Lord to employ Brother B. F. Cum- 
mings, of Salt Lake City, to ascertain, if possible, 
some facts about Heber C. Kimball's grandfather. 
After some time had been spent by Brother Cum- 
mings in this direction, he made the following re- 

"I have discovered that James Kimball of Brad- 
ford, Mass., is the grandfather of Heber C. Kim- 
ball, and he was born at the above mentioned 
place November 8th, 1736. He moved from there 
to Hopkinton, New Hampshire, and while living 
there, married a young lady whose given name was 
Meribah. In 1796, with a family of eleven chil- 
dren, he moved to Sheldon, Franklin County, Ver- 
mont, where he lived the remainder of his days. 
His children's names are Elizabeth, John, Rhoda, 
Dorothy, Solomon, Betty, James, Moses, Stephen, 
Cornelia and Jessie." 

Brother Cummings made this important discov- 
ery just in time to get these facts printed in their 
proper place in the Sharpies-Morrison History, in- 
cluding a full-page portrait of President Kimball 
and a short sketch of his life. 

Soon after this genealogical history was pub- 
lished, Hon. G. F. Kimball, of Topeka, Kan., com- 
menced the publication of "The Kimball Family 
News," a monthly periodical of considerable impor- 
tance. Each month Professors Morrison and Shar- 
pies furnished for this journal long lists of names, 


which showed the number of President Kimball's 
ancestors to be upwards of 20,QOO. All of these 
that were eligible have been baptized for, and up- 
wards of 1,000 males and nearly all of the females 
have been endowed. 

The ancestral line of the Heber C. branch of the 
Kimball family runs as follows : Solomon was the 
father of Heber, and was born in 1770. His wife's 
name was Anna Spaulding. Solomon's father's 
name was James, and he was born in 1736. His 
wife's given name was Meribah. James' father's 
name was Jeremiah, and he was born in 1707. His 
wife's name was Elizabeth Head. Jeremiah's 
father's name was David, and he was born in 1671. 
He married Elizabeth Gage. David's father's 
name was Benjamin, who was born in 1637. His 
wife's name was Mary Hazelton. Benjamin's 
father's name was Richard, the emigrant, who was 
born at Rattlesden, Suffolk County, England, in 
1595. His wife's name was Ursula Scott. 

The spiritual-minded members of the Kimball 
family of this intermountain region believe that 
their illustrious father, Heber Chase Kimball, had 
much to do with the coming forth of the genealogi- 
cal history of the Kimball family of America, and 
all rejoice in the following inspired expressions of 
the Prophet Joseph: 

"Let the dead speak forth anthems of eternal 
praise to the King Emmanuel who hath ordained 
before the world was, that which would enable us 
to redeem them out of their prison; for the prisoner 
shall go free." 


Solomon F. Kimball and his two living sons, Heber 
and Famham, 

An Eventful Life 

Few old-time settlers of this intermountain re- 
gion have had a more varied experience, along 
certain lines, than has Brother Solomon F. Kim- 
ball. When eight days old he received from Pres- 
ident Brigham Young a blessing that fairly made 
his little bones tremble. It closed with these 
words: "Thou shalt not be a whit behind any of 
thy father's house in blessings, but shall receive 
them in due time, for thou shalt live and enjoy life, 
and the angels shall have charge over thee, and 
thou shalt have dominion over every foul spirit, 
and over death itself, and possess great treasures 
of wisdom and knowledge, and we seal you unto 
your father and mother, and bless you with all the 
blessings of the new and everlasting covenant in 
the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen." 

Brother Kimball believes that this'blessing has 
caused him much sorrow and trouble, as the evil 
one, in every way possible, has sought his destruc- 
tion, in order to prove that President Brigham 
Young was a false prophet. To mention all the 
dangers and narrow escapes from death through 
which he has passed since that remarkable predic- 
tion was made, would fill a volume. 

Solomon is the seventh son of Heber C. and 
Vilate M. Kimball, and was born at Winter Quar- 
ters, Nebraska, February 2, 1847. The following 


lines were written by his mother several days after 
his birth: 

"The Lord has sent another son, 

The seventh one that I have borne ; 

His name it shall be Solomon, 

As he was called the wisest man. 

I pray the Lord to bless the lad 

With wisdom more than Solomon had ; 

That he may be the father of lives 

But not the husband of so many wives, 

For by them he was overthrown, 

And lost his heirship to the crown ; 

Through wisdom which he might have gained 

Had that great gift with him remained. 

I therefore ask the Lord again, 

A kingdom let my son obtain ; 

But never let his love for woman 

Surpass the wisdom God hath given him." 

While crossing the plains in 1848, "Solley," as 
his mother called him, took a severe cold which 
settled in one of his lower limbs, and made him a 
cripple for life. When his parents reached the Salt 
Lake Valley, he was so reduced in flesh and 
strength that it was more than three years before 
he was able to walk. He had a visionary turn of 
mind ; and, even in his childhood days, was so sus- 
ceptible to the invisible things around him that his 
father called him his spiritual-minded boy. Many 
times he astonished his little playmates by telling 
them what they were thinking about. He was a 
lover of animals, and in later years drove his fath- 
er's carriage hundreds of miles while the latter, in 
company with other Church officials, was making 


annual visits throughout the settlements of Zion. 

When the Black Hawk war of 1866 broke out, 
Brother Solomon was with the first company that 
went to the rescue of the panic-stricken people of 
Sanpete, Sevier, and Piute counties, who were be- 
ing pillaged and plundered by a band of bloodthirsty 
savages, under the able leadership of the notorious 
renegade, Chief Black Hawk. 

One year later, he was placed in charge of the 
mathematical department of the University of Des- 
eret, a position he held with honor and credit until 
the spring of 1868. He then went to Laramie, Wy- 
oming, after merchandise, and it was here that he 
first learned of his father's death. Soon after reach- 
ing home he went to work on the Union Pacific 
Railroad, where he remained until that national 
highway was completed. In 1869, he was sent on 
a mission to the Bear Lake country, where three 
years were spent in farming, freighting and rais- 
ing stock. Most of his time, during the next five 
years, was occupied in moving wild horses from 
Antelope Island, and in carrying government mail 
from Salt Lake City to the head of Big Cottonwood 

In 1877, Solomon was called on another mission, 
this time to Arizona, where he led an active life 
for nine years. On the 10th of February, 1881, he 
was married to Miss Zula Pomeroy, the accom- 
plished daughter of Francis M. and Matilda Pome- 
roy, of Mesa. It was in Mesa that he first became 
interested in religious matters, and among the 



Church offices held by him during the next five 
years was ward clerk, secretary of Sunday School, 
and one of the seven presidents of a Seventies quo- 

On account of poor health, Brother Kimball was 
released, in 1886, from his Arizona mission, and 
returned to his Salt Lake home well qualified for 
the work that Providence had marked out for him. 
He had no more than reached Salt Lake when he 
was moved upon by a heavenly influence to com- 
mence the publication of his father's history. This 



Solomon F. Kimball (1869) an d his wife Zula P. (1880). 


would cost at least $4,000 in cash, and where was 
that amount to come from ! The Lord provided 
the way. On the hill back of the old Kimball home- 
stead were four lots that had been overlooked by 
the family for years. Inspired by the Lord, Brother 
Solomon was not long in discovering them. The 
"boom" of 1900 came, and the lots were sold for 
$4,550 cash. Under his management his father's his- 
tory was written, and five thousand copies pub- 
lished. Three years from that time he had dis- 
posed of the entire edition at a profit of more than 
$2,000. With part of the proceeds from the sale of 
the lots, his father's private cemetery was improved 
and beautified at a cost of $3,475. What cash re- 
mained was invested in four life-size portraits of 
President Kimball, which were presented to the 
Logan, Manti, Salt Lake and St. George temples. 
Before this work was completely accomplished, 
our subject was sent for by President Wilford 
Woodruff, who made Solomon heir to his father's 

Soon after this honor was conferred, upon him, 
the Genealogical History of the Kimball Family 
of America was published, giving the names of 
17,000 of his father's ancestors. The temple work 
was commenced at once; and within seven years 
all of that number had been baptized for, and 5,500 
of them endowed. 

Brother Solomon has been at the head of every 
important movement made by the Kimball family 
since his father's death, except the work done by 



the administrators of the estate, and his labors have 
been crowned with success in every particular. 

On the first day of January, 1892, joy came to 
the house of Brother Kimball, when his wife gave 
birth to twins, and this happiness was followed by 
grief nine days later when his beloved wife, Zula, 
died. Those were days of sorrow for Brother Sol- 
omon, as four of his children died within three years 
from that time. Farnham, Heber and Helen still 
survive their mother, and all have families and are 
doing well. 

During the fall of 1890, Solomon became a home 
missionary in the Salt Lake Stake of Zion, a posi- 
tion he held for more than eight years. He was 

Meriba and Helen Kimball, daughters of Solomon 
F. Kimball. 



one of the presidents of the Thirteenth Quorum of 
Seventies at the time, but later was ordained a 
High Priest. 

During the spring of 1893, he was married to 
Miss Caroline Fillerup, the oldest daughter of An- 
drew P. and Caroline Fillerup, of Provo. She was 
a graduate of the Brigham Young Academy, as 
well as a first-class housekeeper, which was greatly 
appreciated by Brother Kimball and his mother- 
less children. 

It was in 1906 that Brother Solomon first com- 
menced to write, and since that time he has writ- 
ten upwards of thirty articles for the "Improve- 
ment Era," besides publishing his little book, 
"Thrilling Experiences." 

Solomon F. Kimball and wife, Caroline F. Kimball, 1890, 


Caroline F. Kimball, unfc of Solomon F. Kimball, 1898. 


The Lord in his wisdom has so veiled the heav- 
ens that any communication from the spirit world 
is greatly appreciated when it comes from the right 
source. Having had some experience in this mat- 
ter, I will relate a few circumstances that have 
taken place in my own life. 

As near as I can remember, my first spiritual ex- 
perience took place when I was about five years 
old. One beautiful spring morning, under the guid- 
ance of a heavenly influence, I was led to a shady 
little nook near the mouth of City Creek Canyon. 
My spiritual ears were then opened, and for an hour 
or two I listened to the most beautiful music that 
I had ever heard. After it ceased I returned home 
and related to my parents what had occurred, and 
after that they called me their spiritual-minded 

A year or two later, during recovery from a 
severe spell of sickness, I was royally entertained 
by a spiritual personage who for several hours 
filled my mind with clean but amusing stories that 
kept me laughing the whole time. I had experi- 
enced manifestations of this nature on other occa- 
sions, but not to so great an extent. 

As I grew older, I experienced various kinds of 
manifestations that often caused me to wonder 


whence they came. For instance, as soon as 
the first fruits of the season commenced to ripen, a 
secret something made these things known unto 
me, even indicating the exact places -where they 
could be found. Consequently, myself and bosom 
companions were the first to enjoy the early fruits 
from my father's numerous orchards and gardens. 

Many times I amused my little bed-fellows by 
telling them what they dreamed about during the 
night, since I nearly always dreamed the same 
things that they did. I made this discovery while 
sleeping with my brother Brigham, who was two 
years older than I. 

Whatever was happening about the neighbor- 
hood in the way of socials, my spiritual friends 
made it known to me, and I was generally present 
on time to receive my share of the good things. 
Sometimes it caused considerable merriment when 
I dropped in among my friends just as they were 
passing the refreshments around. 

Another gift I possessed was the ability to read 
my fellows' thoughts. Sometimes, when every- 
thing was quiet, I could tell them what they were 
thinking about. I will mention one case, as the 
person is still living and often reminds me of it. I 
was sleeping with George Judd, at my father's 
Grantsville ranch. As we lay meditating for some 
time, I said to him, "George, I can tell you what 
you are thinking about." He said, "No; I don't 
believe you can." I said, "You are thinking about 
that Newfoundland dog that barked at us last eve- 


ning, as we were passing through Grantsville." He 
said, "Yes; that is so; but how in the world did 
you know?" 

After I had grown to manhood these gifts 
proved of great benefit to me in many respects. 
They revealed the thoughts and intents of wicked 
men's hearts, who were laying their plans to injure 
or destroy me. Many times my life has been spared 
by listening to the promptings of the spirit, even 
in relation to poisonous reptiles. In 1884, when 
a small company of us were on our way from Ari- 
zona to St. George, Utah, while traveling up the 
Grand Gulch, one dark night, the spirit suddenly 
warned me of danger ahead ! The road was rough, 
and our wagons were keeping up a terrible clatter- 
ing. Brother C. I. Robinson and I were walking in 
the road together just ahead of the teams. As 
quick as thought I jerked him back. I then lit a 
match, and there lay in the road a large rattle- 
snake, all ready to spring at us ! 

The most remarkable experiences that I ever 
passed through, occurred during the nine years that 
I lived in Arizona. The first event of importance 
took place in October, 1877. After crossing a 
seventy-five mile desert with ox teams, my spiritual 
ears were opened, to my sorrow. From eleven 
o'clock at night, until daylight the next morning, 
while driving our jaded animals up a sandy wash 
in search of water, I listened to a Satanic string 
band that caused every fiber in my dejected body 
to quiver. The deep, doleful, lonesome sound al- 


most drove me wild, while my swollen tongue was 
protruding from my burning mouth. Every part 
of that horrible dirge was perfectly played, inter- 
preting, most excellently, the terrible ordeal 
through which I was passing, causing my mind to 
suffer more intensely than my body, if such a thing 
were possible. Those dismal sounds rumble in my 
ears to this day, causing me to shudder when I 
think of it! 

On the other hand, I have heard spiritual music 
that was so far ahead of anything earthly that I 
ever listened to that comparison cannot be made. 
These angelic musicals were generally given after 
passing through long sieges of hardships, disap- 
pointments, and homesickness. Then, when every- 
thing was going well with me, I could feel heav- 
enly influences gathering around until I sometimes 
felt as if I was floating in mid-air. I believe it was 
my departed relatives and friends who, out of sym- 
pathy, had come to bring me cheer. On such oc- 
casions their presence was generally accompanied 
by celestial music. 

While life lasts, I will never forget one occasion 
of this kind, that took place during the late spring 
of 1878. After crossing a dreary desert waste, I 
came into a beautiful valley, the surroundings of 
which were most enchanting. The road for miles 
ahead, was almost as level as a barn floor, and 
weather conditions were simply perfect. There was 
not a living soul within ten miles of where I was, 
and it was so still that my animals started at the 


least sound. About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I felt 
the presence of my spiritual friends gathering 
around, and soon after, some distance away, I heard 
beautiful music. It was a heavenly orchestra play- 
ing a grand march. The whole heavens seemed to 
resound with sweet melodies, there being nothing 
to mar the solemnity of the occasion until I drove 
into camp for the night. Then the music ceased, 
my spiritual friends departed, leaving everything 
around me as silent as death. 

I was then overcome with grief and left to my- 
self to meditate upon where I was and where I 
might have been, had I lived up to my privileges. 
I fed and watered my animals, turned them out to 
grass, and then crawled into bed, where I cried 
myself to sleep. 


Results of Sabbath-Breaking 

The Lord has made it known unto us that we are 
conceived in sin; that when we begin to grow up, 
sin conceiveth in our hearts and we taste the bitter 
that we may know how to prize the sweet. 

The worst sin conceived in my heart while I was 
growing up was Sabbath-breaking. When I first 
commenced to violate the fourth commandment, the 
bitter was given to me in a mild form, such as slight 
injuries, tumbling into creeks, tearing my clothing, 
and getting a well-deserved spanking at times. 

As I grew older the penalty became more severe, 
such as being thrown from horses, kicked by-mules, 
hooked by cows, bitten by dogs, and many other 
experiences of a similar nature. While these bitter 
pills were being administered to me, with clock- 
work regularity, I was doing all in my power to 
make myself believe that Sabbath-breaking had 
nothing to do with it, but found it very difficult. 

In 1869, a small company of us boys settled in 
the Bear Lake country, and commenced to build 
homes. This was the first time that we had every- 
thing our own way, and a jollier lot of Sabbath- 
breakers probably never lived. All days were the 
same to us, and especially Sunday; for that was 
the day of all other days that we turned ourselves 



loose in the full meaning of the word. It was Sun- 
day when we reached our Bear Lake home. It was 
Sunday when we took possession. It was Sunday 
when we surveyed our land. It was Sunday when 
we laid out our town. It was Sunday when my 

Tom Williams and Jed and Hod Kimball. 

brother David H. and I drove home from the 
canyon so rapidly that I was thrown from my 
wagon and nearly killed. We lightly laid it to 
carelessness, but it was weeks before I was able to 
go to work. 

David and I each had a load of logs in the can- 
yon ready to haul, and, as soon as I was well 
enough we went after them. As I was loading my 
wagon, my fingers were caught between two logs 


and I was unable to extricate them. I yelled for 
help, but received no answer. While suffering with 
my three mashed fingers I was forcibly reminded 
that it was just five weeks to a day since I was 
thrown from my wagon, and now I was again in a 
worse predicament than ever. As soon as David 
had loaded his wagon, he came strolling up the 
canyon to find me in this pitiable plight. He pried 
my fingers loose, and I was soon on my way home 
with the words, "Remember the Sabbath day to 
keep it holy," everlastingly ringing in my ears. A 
month passed before I could use my hand. 

I was so far behind with my work, by this time, 
that I hardly knew which way to turn. My barn 
was up to the square, and I was very anxious to 
get it under cover before winter; hence, I thought- 
lessly went to work on it one Sunday morning. As 
I was hewing a log above my head, my ax glanced 
and came down on my right foot, cutting its way 
through the main joint of my big toe. I feared I 
might bleed to death, for there was not a doctor 
within fifty miles of the place. I was disabled for 
weeks, and it seemed to me a miracle that I lived. 

For a long time after that I moved about with 
considerable care on Sundays, for I was convinced 
that the Lord was terribly in earnest when he 
thundered the fourth commandment into the ears 
of the children of Israel. These incidents worked a 
reformation throughout the whole camp, but boy- 
like we soon again forgot. 

Two years later, Manasseh Williams and I went 


to Salt Lake City after supplies. We loaded our 
wagon on Saturday night and started for home 
Sunday morning. As I was driving over a bad 
place, I lost my balance and fell to the ground. 
Two wheels passed over my lower limbs, and I was 
again disabled for a month. I never could quite 
understand how it was that the evil one always 
picked on me, unless it was on account of my par- 
ents being so much opposed to Sabbath-breaking. 
I finally became a close observer of the Sabbath 
day, and, considering my restless disposition, my 
conduct became quite praiseworthy. 

I was born in the wilderness, while our people 
were on their way to the west, and must have par- 
taken of the pioneer spirit to a great extent. I 
wanted to move all the time. The rougher the 
surroundings the better I enjoyed them. I relished 
boiled crow in the mountains better than boiled 
beef at home. Civilization gave me the blues, and 
attending to school was slow torture. With such 
a disposition, it was difficult for me to live my re- 

The next Sunday, in company with several com- 
panions, I visited Edington's brewery. While we 
were having the time of our lives, a crazy man 
entered the place, carefully scanned the crowd, 
singled me out, of course, stepped within a few 
feet of where I stood, drew from his belt a big gun, 
and without batting an eye, banged away at my 
breast. My left hand happened to be in front of 
me when he shot. As quick as thought I threw it 


up, and caught the ball in my hand, where it re- 
mained for several hundred Sundays. 

After thinking matters over, I came to the con- 
clusion that carousing around beer gardens, on 
Sundays was not keeping the Sabbath day holy, 
so went home and read everything on "Mormon- 
ism" in the house. It went so hard with me that 
every friend I met wanted to know what in the 
world was the matter, and were not slow in recom- 
mending change of climate. The "Old Nick," who 
had been camping on my tracks for years, undoubt- 
edly said, "Yes, that is just what is needed to bring 
him out of the kinks, and by the time I get through 
with him he will be glad to get back to a place 
where they keep the Sabbath day holy." 

I soon found myself driving an ox team over 
the worst road in Arizona, with blisters on my feet 
as big as boiled beans. Here I remained for nine 
years, passing through experiences that many times 
made me wish I had been a better boy. This God- 
forsaken country sure enough was the Sabbath- 
breakers' paradise, for Sunday was never heard of. 
For the first four years I was alone most of the 
time, as far as the human family were, concerned, 
otherwise I had company to spare. In my new 
quarters lived nine different kinds of rattle-snakes 
that were always looking for a row. Also millions 
of ringed, streaked and striped lizards, ranging in 
size from the tiny chameleon to the venomous 
Gila monster. There were also interesting vari- 
eties of spiders, centipedes, scorpions, horned-toads 


and tarantulas by the trillions. One could 
scarcely move without infringing upon the rights 
of something. I counted forty-four different kinds 
of cactus in one day, and every last one of 
them had a chip on its shoulder. Spanish bay- 
onets, bristling "benyons," prickly pears, and 
pointed "penders;" needle-necks, nail-kegs, cat's- 
claws, thistle-foxtail, desert-thistle, and a thousand 
other thorny things that kept me jumping. The 
craggy peaks, the savage red man, the wild beasts, 
the dreary wastes, the parched ground, the sandy 
deserts, and a hundred other horrid things that 
made me wince and wonder! I was on the ragged 
edge of despair all the time. Chasing hostile In- 
dians over Utah hills was a pleasure in comparison 
to this life. My rampant spirit was subdued long 
before my pardon came, and I was ready to serve 
God and keep his commandments when it did come. 
I was anxious to get home and take up my labors 
on father's history, where I left off, as well as to 
look after other important matters pertaining to 
his affairs. These sacred duties weighed heavily 
upon my mind, as I could begin to understand the 
meaning of certain blessings conferred upon me by 
the Prophet Brigham, when I was eight days old. 
A change from the bitter to the sweet was at 
hand, and I was ready for the change. Justice and 
judgment were satisfied, and mercy claimed her 
own. I was almost smothered with the spirit of 
repentance, and began to cry mightily unto the 
Lord for help. After I had exhausted all the en- 


ergy that lay within my power, deliverance came. 
I at once joined the Mesa ward, as directed by the 
Spirit, and was soon following the narrow path that 
leads to life eternal. After providing for my fam- 
ily's wants I asked the Lord to give me an under- 
standing of the gospel, little realizing the way in 
which my prayer would be answered. 

I soon felt my strength giving way, and for the 
next four years I was unable to do more than six 
months' work. I took hold of my religious studies 
with a vim, and the way the scriptures were un- 
folded to my mind was nothing short of marvel- 
ous. I almost committed to memory the New Tes- 
tament, the Doctrine and Covenants, the "Pearl 
of Great Price," "Key to Theology" and the "Voice 
of Warning." I read everything on church doc- 
trine that I could obtain and received manifesta- 
tions that were truly wonderful. I was so inter- 
ested in my studies that I could hardly sleep nights. 
After I had sufficiently humbled myself before the 
Lord and stored my mind with useful knowledge, 
I was allowed to return home. 


A Miraculous Escape 

During the latter part of May, 1861, my father 
sent me to Grantsville with a herd of cows. The 
horse I rode was an overgrown, somewhat skittish 
colt. For the first mile or two, I was unable to 
get the cows started,, on account of the many side- 
streets, so I persuaded a number of my little 
brothers to give me a helping hand. They were 
warmly dressed, and after walking some distance 
asked me to carry their coats, which I did by plac- 
ing them on the saddle in front of me. 

As I was riding along in a careless manner, one 
of the coats fell to the ground, frightening my 
horse. He suddenly leered to one side and threw 
rne off. As I fell, my left foot slipped through 
the stirrup, and I was unable to extricate it. At 
break-neck speed the animal started towards Ante- 
lope Island, kicking at me with both feet at every 
jump. He ran so fast that I hardly touched the 
ground, and all I could feel was the sharp grease- 
wood combing my hair as I whizzed by. 

My thoughts were perfectly rational and, as my 
life on many other occasions had been spared in a 
miraculous manner, I wondered if the Lord would 
do anything for me on this occasion. I had no time 
to get frightened, but was becoming terribly nerv- 
ous, as the colt's heels were cutting dangerously 
close to me. The animal was strong enough to 


drag an ox, and the saddle would never give way 
under the weight of a stripling lad like me. I 
realized this, and had about given up all hopes of 
escape when the horse kicked one of his hind feet 
through the other stirrup, and threw himself to 
the ground, at the same time breaking the stir- 
rup strap. As quick as thought I wrenched my 
foot from the other stirrup. I had no sooner done 
so than the colt was on his feet again and going 
faster than ever. 

My little brothers came running to my assistance 
and were astonished to find that I had received 
scarcely a scratch. A couple of horsemen, passing 
by, caught my fleeing steed, and in a short time I 
was on my way again, praising the Lord for pre- 
serving my life in such a miraculous manner. 



Solomon F. Kimball. 

A Blessing in Disguise 

During the fall and winter of 1889, I was trou- 
bled with a tingling, itching sensation under my 
left eye, but paid little attention to it, thinking it 
would soon cease. It finally developed into a pain- 
ful, deep-seated sore, the roots of which I could 
plainly feel spreading over the left side of my face 
in every direction. I finally became alarmed and 
consulted an eminent cancer specialist, who hap- 
pened to be spending a few days in our city. He 
informed me that it was a cancer of the worst type, 
and the result would be disastrous, unless it were 
attended to at once. He gave me some ointment 
to rub over it, and set the time when he would 
remove it from my face. 

The next day I was driving a nail into a hard 
piece of wood. It flew out, and the point of it 
struck me in the left eye, inflicting a painful wound. 
Doctor W. T. Cannon happened to be present at 
the time, and advised me to see an occulist, and 
have it attended to, which I did. Doctor Ira Lyons 
treated it every day for several weeks, and the 
pain during that time was very severe. Each day 
I saturated a piece of medicated cotton with con- 
secrated oil and bound it over my afflicted eye. 
This was the only substantial relief I could get. 
However, my eye continued to get worse, and the 
doctor finally decided to remove it, as it had com- 


menced to affect the sight of the other eye. He set 
the time for the operation, Sunday, that being a 
quiet day. 

I belonged to what was then known as the "Pres- 
ident Taylor Prayer Circle," which met in the His- 
torian's office every Sunday morning. I went there 
that day with feelings better imagined than de- 
scribed, and related to the brethren of the circle 
what was about to take place. Brother Joseph 
Home was in charge, and there was a goodly at- 
tendance. After Brother Hamilton G. Park of- 
fered up an inspired prayer, Bishop Whitney 
anointed me with consecrated oil. Then as many of 
the brethren as could get around, placed their 
hands upon my head, and Bishop Alexander McRae 
gave me one of the most powerful blessings that 
I ever received. In the name of the Lord he re- 
buked the pain, and promised that my eye should 
be healed from that very moment, and every one 
present said, "Amen." iThe fervent prayers of 
these righteous men prevailed, and my afflicted eye 
was made whole. 

With a light heart and cheerful countenance, I 
went to Doctor Lyon's office. He examined my 
eye, and with wonder exclaimed, "What in the 
world has happened? Your eye is all right." I 
had suffered such intense pain with it that I had al- 
most forgotten about the cancer. The consecrated 
oil had in the meantime killed it, root and branch, 
not even leaving a scar. The next day I went to 
see the cancer specialist, and when I explained mat- 



ters to him, he was greatly surprised. He was so 
pleased with my statement that he presented me 
with a watch charm which I have kept to this day, 
and shall always keep as a sacred remembrance of 
that remarkable event. 

Patriarchal Blessings 


By Patriarch Hyrum Smith, at Nauvoo, Illinois, 

March 9, 1842 

Brother Heber : I lay my hands upon your head 
in the name and by the authority of Jesus Christ, 
and bless you according to your calling, which is 
spiritual, and according to your station and lineage 
and magnanimity, honor and nobility of your blood, 
as it hath descended in a true lineal descent from 
your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, by which 
you are blessed with their faith, which is the faith 
of faithful Abraham to believe and to endure all 
things, with patience. The same has been a great 
preservation to sustain you and to inspire your 
heart unto obedience, to receive the promises which 
were obtained, and the blessings which were to 
come upon their children, the same to be placed 
upon your head, which blessings hath swollen your 
heart unto greatness and with gratitude in the pres- 
ence of God. The same shall crown you with every 
blessing spiritually and temporally; spiritually by 
that Priesthood which is your right with all its qual- 
ifying powers of which you have received a fore- 
taste, but you shall be blessed with a fulness, and 
shall be not one whit behind the chiefest. 

As an apostle, you shall stand in the presence of 


God to judge the people, and as a Prophet you shall 
attain to the honor of the three ; and shall prophesy, 
and the power of God shall attend your labors, and 
crown you with honor and great success, and bring 
salvation to millions. Your heart shall be inspired 
with inspiration, even the inspiration of the Al- 
mighty, henceforth and forever; and for your evils 
you shall be chastened and loved and cherished and 
made an instrument to cherish and to love the in- 
habitants of the earth; the works of your creation 
that are like unto yourself, which are the works of 
God's hands, standing forth with the power of sal- 
vation, having attained the Holy Seal of promise as 
one that is chosen and sealed unto eternal life. 

For this are you called and chosen and sealed, 
for the Hand of God is with you to prosper you, and 
to save you and your house, even to the uttermost, 
and to your father's house, for they shall bow at 
the shrine of Jehovah when you shall lift your voice 
and stretch out your arm in their midst, that re- 
main, and the residue shall be redeemed ; for the 
arm of Jehovah is extended, stretched out in mercy 
to prosper you, firm as a decree, unalterable, and 
none shall stay his hands. 

Therefore, cheer up your heart, for the blessings 
of salvation, spiritual and temporal, are yours. 
You have a right to the anointing and the endow- 
ment, and the testimony of the last days, as a 
pruner of the vineyard, to seal up the law and bind 
up the testimony, and to an inheritance in the 
lineage of your fathers, which is in Ephraim, and 


to possess the same in eternity, and to stand wait- 
ing for your reward at the coming of the Son of 
Man, for his reward shall be with him. These are 
the blessings I seal upon your head, even so, Amen. 

James Sloan, Clerk. 


By Patriarch Hyrum Smith, at Nauvoo, Illinois, 
March 9, 1842 

Beloved Sister : I lay my hands upon your head 
in the name of Jesus, and seal you unto eternal life 
sealed here on earth and sealed in heaven, and 
your name written in the Lamb's Book of Life 
never to be blotted out. 

The same is mentioned and manifested to com- 
fort your heart, and to be a comfort unto you hence- 
forth all your clays. It is even a promise according 
to the mind of the Spirit, and the Spirit shall bear 
record of the truth; the same is called the Second 
Comforter, not his presence, but his promise. The 
same is as immutable as an oath by Himself, be- 
cause there is none greater, and there is no greater 
promise nor no greater blessing that can be given, 
and no greater riches, it being the riches of eter- 
nity, which are the greatest riches of all riches. 

These are your blessings ; and also you shall be 
blessed with the communion of the Holy Spirit, 
with a knowledge of the mysteries of God, and 
fellowship with the Saints, and share in the glory, 
the honor and every blessing touching your inherit- 


ance and lineage with and in common with your 
husband, receiving the mysteries of God through 
the Key of Knowledge which is sealed upon his 

As to your temporal blessings, they shall be in 
common with your husband, for you shall prosper 
in all your avocations in life, and your name shall 
be perpetuated in honor by your posterity unto the 
latest generation; and you shall be blessed with 
long life, even according to the desire which is in 
your heart. You shall see much of the salvation of 
God, and shall be crowned in the end together, in 
the glorious resurrection of the just, at the sound of 
the first trump, or at the coming of the Son of Man. 
These blessings I seal upon your head, even so, 

James Sloan, Clerk. 

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